The Game - Summertime Lyrics

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[Produced by Mike Will Made-It]

[Chorus: The Game]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer’s mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer’s mine

[Verse 1: The Game]
I think I might bang the whole summer
Pull up on the block in that old Missy Hummer
Hop out with my bandana tied around my head like Pac
(Like Pac, like Pac, like Pac nigga)
Westside nigga, never had a problem banging Big
Who would ever know I spit crack when I was slanging it
My uncle Greg whipped it all the time
My daddy used to whip it all the time
My brother started whipping his and mine
I sat back, played my position until I got the hang of it
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain’t nervous
And I wore it on purpose

[Bridge: Jelly Roll]
They don’t know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin’
They don’t know
About the summertime, I’m just tryna survive

[Verse 2: The Game]
All I ever wanted was a red Honda
Yeah, you can tuck the rag but the tats don’t lie
Give me a trap queen, we gon’ sell it
Give me a trap queen, we gon’ sell it
Tell me, what you gon’ do when the trap goes dry?
You can try Visine but the stats don’t lie
And I hope you ain’t alone when you sell it
Said I hope you ain’t alone when you sell it
Took 5 shots and survived the pine box
Swear I’m happy I’m still here so I can tell it
I know you’re jealous, I know you don’t like me
But you whoopin’ my ass or killin’ me is unlikely
Welcome to Cedar Block and…

[Bridge: Jelly Roll]
They don’t know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin’
They don’t know
About the summertime, I’m just tryna survive