Wax - Summer Breeze lyrics
[Wax - Summer Breeze lyrics]
Laid back in the summer time after midnight
And we ain't gonna stop until
The cops come knocking if not
We're gonna keep the party rocking
'til we see the sunlight
Ayo, sun roof top, butterscotch seats
You are now listening to EOM beats (wait)
Don Julio Anejo with this
Two splashes of Sprite in my cup alright
Okay back to the matter at hand
Black queens
Bronze beauties and white cuties gracing
The scene I mean
Booties wiggling inside some jeans
And I just gargled some Listerine
So fresh and so clean
My man E should be getting like 30 Gs
Every time he's on the
Boards like Qwerty keys turkey please
Why you on that hurried steeze?
We laid back
Feel the breeze while we burn these trees
My brother Herbs got the grill lit
These the type of mothafuckas that
I like to chill with
My whole team's like a family here
So hand me a beer
Another summer jam for your ear, SALUD!
I brought the pasta for the vegetarians
And brought the vodka for my Auntie Sharon
As soon as I'm done rolling up
I'mma cook up some salmon
As soon as I'm done grubbing you
Gon' get whooped in some Madden
And that better not be the cops bro
It ain't even 10 o'clock yo
Rushing to go and get the door
To my surprise it was it was Johnny Park
Damn I thought you was the narcs
Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house
Brought a big rack of ribs
For your mothafuckin' mouth
And a 32 pack, cause I heard ya'll were out
Hit the bathroom and get your
Spot stolen on the couch got jacked
Beanie and the summer time swag
Breezy with a couple fine scrams, god damn
I see the homie AK cyphering with Wax
And I know he's drunk cause he don't even rap
It was a long hot day
Whole city felt the sun scorch
Now I got the blunt torched
Sitting on my front porch
Summer breeze got me feeling so George Benson
None of these problems get no more attention
Aroma permeating from the hot grill
Got the spot filled
Smell it and you know I got skill
The wood chips add taste to the meat
Herbal T add bass to the beat
'til it sounds like this
Rhythmic breathing
This collaboration has been waiting to blow
We've been craving the show
And we ain't playing no more
We're stepping up, dropping gold
Going platinum plus
So fuck what you're told and
What you heard about us
And we ain't gonna stop until
The cops come knocking if not
We're gonna keep the party rocking
'til we see the sunlight
Ayo, sun roof top, butterscotch seats
You are now listening to EOM beats (wait)
Don Julio Anejo with this
Two splashes of Sprite in my cup alright
Okay back to the matter at hand
Black queens
Bronze beauties and white cuties gracing
The scene I mean
Booties wiggling inside some jeans
And I just gargled some Listerine
So fresh and so clean
My man E should be getting like 30 Gs
Every time he's on the
Boards like Qwerty keys turkey please
Why you on that hurried steeze?
We laid back
Feel the breeze while we burn these trees
My brother Herbs got the grill lit
These the type of mothafuckas that
I like to chill with
My whole team's like a family here
So hand me a beer
Another summer jam for your ear, SALUD!
I brought the pasta for the vegetarians
And brought the vodka for my Auntie Sharon
As soon as I'm done rolling up
I'mma cook up some salmon
As soon as I'm done grubbing you
Gon' get whooped in some Madden
And that better not be the cops bro
It ain't even 10 o'clock yo
Rushing to go and get the door
To my surprise it was it was Johnny Park
Damn I thought you was the narcs
Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house
Brought a big rack of ribs
For your mothafuckin' mouth
And a 32 pack, cause I heard ya'll were out
Hit the bathroom and get your
Spot stolen on the couch got jacked
Beanie and the summer time swag
Breezy with a couple fine scrams, god damn
I see the homie AK cyphering with Wax
And I know he's drunk cause he don't even rap
It was a long hot day
Whole city felt the sun scorch
Now I got the blunt torched
Sitting on my front porch
Summer breeze got me feeling so George Benson
None of these problems get no more attention
Aroma permeating from the hot grill
Got the spot filled
Smell it and you know I got skill
The wood chips add taste to the meat
Herbal T add bass to the beat
'til it sounds like this
Rhythmic breathing
This collaboration has been waiting to blow
We've been craving the show
And we ain't playing no more
We're stepping up, dropping gold
Going platinum plus
So fuck what you're told and
What you heard about us