Cool Summer – Can’t Stop Won’t Stop – letras

Yo in the summertime heatWhen the pulse is backYou get to bumpin the beatHear me attackin the track – I lackNothing at all, got the baddest gearSwoopin’ in the cruiser, bringin up the rearI keep it current, keep it coming correctI feel the burn for the hustle like the sun on my neckBut yo I gotta play it cool like xylitolWhen the honeys get to layin out like wall-to-wallI wanna knock it out the park like a little leaguerCuz the girls get choosy when the boys get eagerMy funds are too meager to gas my rideBut ladies say that I’m fly when I cycle byThat’s why I get on down til the early mornLeave two grass angels on the neighbors lawnThey call me b-I-g s-p double o- nDon’t believe me dude? you better check wit yo girlfriendIt’s so good, it’s so good when you can take off the hoodieIt’s alright ? summertimeIn my hood, in my hood ain’t nobody can thrill me quite likeA cool cool summerI got a fresh pair of double-d batteries in my boomboxWhole block comin’ down with that soundOf the cs-summertime some are fly, some are hotTime to take you on a critical rideAlright alright, sunshine to nineAnd we got all night to do just what we likeAnd we like whatever feelin’ rightAin’t clappin’ no caps just clap to the beatOf the lyrical ice cream truck, bringin y’all the treatsAnd the honeys all lookin’ so goodIn the back of the yard, the back of the carForget about the bed we sleepin’ underneath the starsI’m from the city of reno, where we getting’ mad doughClosin escrow on this mad track, so stand backBack to the song of yo summertime crushWe crack the can, did you pack a lunch?Now if I can drop a verse then I can pick it back upLike usain bolt, I’m gonna tear this track upSo get get to stepping like it’s double double dutchThe summer time style is too much to touchI be that dumpster jumper with a farmer’s tanThrowin out mc’s like a garbage manWe bout to blow the roof off your party vanAnd when we wake up in the morning we just start againWe gonna take it to the streets on the equinoxSummer jams comin out yo speaker boxYo this ain’t a yard sale, but we’ll clean yo clocksAnd break the windows on the block like a box of rocksAnd yo the sun don’t set on the noise we makeWe came to blow this party up like yellow cakeYeah maybe I’m dirty, but I’m still the bombAnd tonight we gonna party like it’s ramadanI’m from the church of funk here to bring you the newsWe got the cure for the summertime bluesYou got the need for the word of truthThey seein’ the power in these 1’s and 2’sMista neva I’m feelin the fevaHold up yo head let me relieve yaPreach on y’all, til y’all believersThe hook, the line now here’s the sinker