See in Memphis,
them players be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack,
I'm blowin' a pack
Hittin' the park about three,
sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they
couldn't get any greater
They leaving the park and hittin'
the South Park strip, ride
The South Gatin' skatin'
ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our
underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2 and for another one,
they just couldn't wait
We back at the crib
sweatin' in a lil' room
W- 30's, sp 12's and MPCs we use
Straight from the 4 track,
to a simple cassette
That's through a pimpsta's mode
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores,
collect
We at the club Fri day's and
Saturday's special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables,
Koop and Scarecrow rock the stage
Bangin' so bunk,
they're some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us
close up early that night
In the summer, in the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies
gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies
gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies
gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my
homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
Drunk off red dog as we ball
through the mist of fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny,
Gin and my roadie Paul
Fly got his mind up in the sky
as we chiefin' high
Black Glocks, that's in the ride
fiendin' for a homicide
Some Tanqueray, grab my yay,
with some little Gin
That's how we always did
it since I was a troubled kid
But we don't stop
Cause our heart is pumpin'
blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma,
head is broken in the summer
Seasons of summer the Scarecrow
want the ceremonies
Till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness,
listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my O- Z of Indonesia,
6 philly blunt leafs
Throw on me black khaki
slacks and me black t- shirt
And my automatic gat in case
I have to dig a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home,
tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before
the ganja's gone
The summer
With my crew
we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with
my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my
homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my
homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my
homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
Pass the E & J, Koop
Then let's take a ride and shoot
To the high school,
North Side where the players rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks,
with some weave and a sexy switch
"Can I get your number?"
"I got a man"
Well I'ma holla, trick
Ballin' down valentine,
one time on my mind
If they pull me over,
I be hopin' they won't find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla
at Blac and Cam
Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley
slangin' boulder, yeah
Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt,
Swally and Dion
Project Pat and the yam shootin' teflon
Just a few homies who I grew
up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom
Hoover University, yeah
It's get tin' late and now I'm
ballin' down Eldridge street
Blow my horn tryin' to get this
girl' attention in front of me
Cause everyday I'm out there
tryin' to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is,
in the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with
my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout
to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my
homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with
my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew we 'bout to ride
Ridin' through the hood with
my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
That's how we do it So that's
Three 6 Mafia 
