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- Titre : Summertime
- Album : Our Style
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
Couplet
Summertime and the livin' s easy fish are jumpin'
And the coton is high oh!
Ya dad is rich and ya mama's good lookin'
So hush lil' baby now don't you cry?
One of those morning
You gonna rise up singin'
Then u'll spread ya wings
And take to the sky
But 'til that mornin'
Ain't nothing can arm U
Wit' dady and mamay standing by
You should look at the sky
Don't do the gangsta
And think about mama,
But you dreamt about money
And fuck the chance
That she call you sweet honey
And wash ya dirty pants
Ya brotha told you
But ya answer was fuck you
And now
This time is gone
The child is grown
Your broza's dead
In a drug story
And you'r in jail
Cuz you killed for money
Mother will never
Kiss you nomore
Smile you nomore
Sing you nomore
Your childrenhood
And now your choise
Is to live in the hood
Com'on make noise
Scream, cry and loose
Ya soul and ya voice
Singing this song
And the coton is high oh!
Ya dad is rich and ya mama's good lookin'
So hush lil' baby now don't you cry?
One of those morning
You gonna rise up singin'
Then u'll spread ya wings
And take to the sky
But 'til that mornin'
Ain't nothing can arm U
Wit' dady and mamay standing by
You should look at the sky
Don't do the gangsta
And think about mama,
But you dreamt about money
And fuck the chance
That she call you sweet honey
And wash ya dirty pants
Ya brotha told you
But ya answer was fuck you
And now
This time is gone
The child is grown
Your broza's dead
In a drug story
And you'r in jail
Cuz you killed for money
Mother will never
Kiss you nomore
Smile you nomore
Sing you nomore
Your childrenhood
And now your choise
Is to live in the hood
Com'on make noise
Scream, cry and loose
Ya soul and ya voice
Singing this song
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