Now even I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it Having a gang of fun and too young to be wicked 'Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle
And then we went and bought a of balloons And had a water balloon fight lasted until the night after that we played some hide and go get it With the neighborhood home girls, dumb enough to be it
All in fun and games and it cool But my my, when kicking it, time flys by 'Cause hour's a minute and every minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms would ring my neck,
But I regret not the I got 'Cause to be able to the next day was okay On a to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older 17 or 18 And the only thing I is to stay clean T-shirt, pants, Nike's on spotless I was old enough to buy me a cutlass
Saw a vehicle to ride town, play with the hoes and down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a
I finish my whole sentence complete Yeah she was off the bus and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the westside, at the store To get some bulls farm because that make 'em kick it a more
And at the spot, you know chicken was kicking The pig on the and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and was ready to But I didn't trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be
Now I'm 23 and I remember the times We was chillin' like and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and Now I around and watch the tides come in
And I'm thinking how many funerals been to Watching all my homies get in them boxes they put 'em into And then I a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne been locked up since '87, '88
And it really ain't fly about it So he go a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it' And when it seem like just ain't gon' be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep night
And wake me up in the because I shutter to think That be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the And I can even hear him calling me, in the summer
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be
Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer