Black Sheep, Emage - Summa Tha Time lyrics

We like blowing up the spot (Summa the time)
We're known for fronting, not
(Summa the time)
We give our shows all we got
Wreck the stage and lots play us
Like the sun because we're hot, hot

It's Black Sheep, beep-beep
Everybody on your feet
Catch the beat, sweet sweet
Got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butterfill and four Becks
That defines Dres, d-r-e-s, no further ado
I charcoal
Broil and foil more than any barbecue
In the breeze like Lenin
Listen when I'm beginning in Nueva York
Better known as kings' dominion
We're back again
Smacking beats across your head and back


And when you front I'l make you
Stand out like a fat African
Peace to all down South
I know it's hot as Hades
Love to all the fam-a lam
I scrambled in the Eighties
Now we're in the Nineties
As months go where the hour went
I stack mint and think
Of what? Black empowerment i think wife
And black child to raise together
I think about the winter
Knowing nothing last forever
In this world things happen at
The drop of a dime
Some things never happen at all
And yes y'all

(Summa the time)
I'm hitting your face like the breeze
(Summa the time)
It's like I rip the mic to so many degrees
Huh, I'm docking it in your port
I'm slamming it in your court
Me taking the shorts?
I'm holding the for'ps, child please

Some of the time I'm with my crew
Some of the time I'm not
Bouncing down the block, blowing up the spot
But only when it's hot do I
See nuff niggas looking at me
Displaying signs of jealousy
It means they're still Black With NV
I go by the name of
The Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge
Ripping the song
Suckers see me, wanna be me
But I'm creamy and they're dead wrong
To whom it may concern: yo, don't even try
Kid because you couldn't see me even
If I was your eyelid
When I rhyme for the summertime
Believe I can
Bring more relief from grief than the Icy man
Be it your front yard, your stoop or porch
Like the Kackalackan sun
I'm guaranteed to scorch
I know it was about time we dropped the now
Oh gosh we got more niggas rolling up than
Even at the car wash
Yeah, we're here to tan that
Ass like the summer sun
For the nigga that tried to dis us
We know he's the dumber one
When you hear the Sheep are
Rocking be on the lookout
Cause we gather more hungry
Crowds than a cookout

(Summa the time)
I like to tour around the world
(Summa the time)
I'm chilling hard with my girl
I like to wake late for summer heat's sake
Listen to the fat beats we make
And chill on a summer break

It's the summer blitz, dips with pretty lips
Bros with or without doe flip for hit's
Yo, microphone check one
Be no other heap-topping
I rock a flock and mock, Sheep-Sheep rocking
Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly
Money making
Really there's a ribbon in the sky
For One Love
I'm kicking my diction less the fiction
Non-believers thought me hiking and fishing
Now I spike them like a Viking
Wildstyle, like summer in Astoria
Way back my peoples made
Ajax join the Warriors
Back when park jams found me
Trying to see the band
Until parties in the centre saw
DJs as the man a bird, a plane
Feel the breeze changing lanes
I put a chill in your veins
Even on a crowded train
I'm cool, more cool than Morris dropping Time
-Less legit hit's for some
Ones in ninety-nine
Since a long time ago, I'm getting mine
Put the 'genuine' in genuine, son, I shine

(Summa the time)
I'm taking respect, do you copy?
(Summa the time)
I'm whyling with my baby boy Papi
I'm with the Lawnge one
Running, ripping up tracks un-
'Til the summer skill that we flex
Says it's time to chill (Summa the time)