It's Da Summa Tyme - Frayser Boy

Yeah, the hoes gonna come out to dis one boy

We gon' let y’all know how we do it in da south man

With the motherfuckin golds in our mouth

In da summa time, we get washed up

Then we gotta get glocked up, yeah

DJ Paul.

Juicy J. Fr-Fr Fr-Fr Frayser Boy

(Frayser Boy)

9:30 in tha morning, nigga’still yawnin'

Roll me up a blunt, cause a nigga is jonein'

Picked up my cell phone, checked all my missed calls

Bitches playin on my whore, got a playa pissed off

Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot dawg

Plenty freaky hoes out, tryin' to get knocked off

Little bitty ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks

Love me a freaky bitch, don’t like em 'less they nasty

Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they cars washed up

Hate it for my niggas gotta spend they summas locked up

Police, yeah they watch us, hope they let us roll by

In da Bay its very hot and everybody know why

So high, pull da weed needin' me some soul food

Boy you finna a BBQ, Shit I’m finna roll through

All day ridin', weekends clubin'

Blowin' money, shootin' dice, nigga its nothin

In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin'

Do it real big, its da summa time ain’t it?

(D.J. Paul)

I come from the city where they love to ride big rims on errything

Keep a unit and some green that’s on errything

Campaign, cause it ain’t no thang when its on mayne

Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne

Up at noon, I fire 'ah blunt up for my breakfast

Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies with tha creases

Liquor store, gotta get some more, cause the last last night

Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it won’t be right

Rep the hood, nuttin' special, this what we always do

But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it make ya feel so new

I’m washed up, I’m glocked up

'bout to trip on woahs and 2 liters get it yerked up

Ya’ll know how we do, when we do what we do, do?

We do us and only us and so much you need to do

You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt mens and buildings

We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya hear me

In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin'

Do it real big, its da summa time ain’t it?

(Juicy J)

Haters wanna see me fall, bitches wanna see me ball

Ridin' Maybach with tha strizzap in my lap

Im at the mall, spendin' like I wanna spend

Ghetto fab and Memphis Tenn

Some of these ma’fuckas think they tough

Some like 'Cris up in they cup

Always on yo main bitch Why you wanna hate on this

Maybe cuz she chew me up, gobble nut and never spit

And if my record sales drop, you still dont have to give me props

Talk is cheap, gonna face me nigga

I’m still gonna always make these millas