Dear Summer

Dear Summer

I know you've missed me

I know you need me like Deja needs Frisky

Ask your girlfriend, as your cell-mate

I've been spitting fire since boys love girls days

And I've been about since day 1

You know I represent on the beat for the street to the beach

And I know it gets heated sometimes

And I have to roll with the heater sometimes

Believe me I'm just speaking, but its deeper than lines

Yout's out shoot-out deeper than Shyne

Every summer ain't a tune out deeper than mine

Fuck if my gun burst, I spit hot shit

My 16's get sunburns

So even when I rhyme every nigga can relate

If they're weaving in their rides

Or they're wheeling on a bike

I'm addicted to summer like a fiend that's on the pipe

That's why I ain't fucking with autumn

And I don't like drop tops because I can't fucking afford them

You see me in a Jeep, T.I with B

Listening to B.I.G and Styles P

Just tryna get them P's up

When you come around everybody's tryna get them G's up

Few can make the olders front in beamers

And you can't make Mikita look like Crisina

Milian when it gets chilly I'm

Constantly thinking of you in my arms

I ain't fucking with winter either

And I remember when I first you, cons and Fila's

No I'm old school like cocapina

Sarsaparilla and Kool-Aid

There's no match really

I'm naff naf and illy by lilly

Cool raps just really like Biggie

First things first I poppa

Squeeze and I'll pop ya

Jesus might leave you breathing I'll stop ya

One shot I'll leave you sleeping like vodka

I'm on the road like a car crash

I'm real, I'm road I'm tarmac

And yeah I'm hardback

Flip flops toes don't cover mine

But next year summertime

NY Hummer time

It's hot so you know dogs got the gun inside

Stipclubs, titrubs and chicks to come inside

So every year I drop a new style for you

A new CD, brand new styles for you

I'll even BA fly a thousand miles for you

I love you I'll probably walk down the aisle for you

You know I'm with you 100 percent, but yes

St. Anne's you was looking your best

I meet you in London looking depressed

All covered up, couldn't even look at your breasts

And yeah I'm fucking with you summer but I rubber up

Cos I had a fling with spring break and bust a nut

And yeah I'm fucking with you summer

But I need to know

Whats's up with you summer

How comes you got the young tugs bussing every summer

How come you make sure there's stress on the street

Then hit Napa sex on the beach

Whats up with that

Yo, KA, Beats & Bars

Home Sweet Home the album '05

And every summer after