Sir Michael Rocks Summer Song
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yo, What's the science with it?
I'm talking all white bucket, Cartiers and a Lions fitted
I used to want a huffy and to try and get it
I was cutting grass like a mother f..cker, I admit it
That humidity was literally heavy
In the wrong place get "Chased like Chevy"
Niggas broke like levees, and they talking 'bout the finer things?
My celly steady he get his calls from a lot of queens
I'm by the book, botta-boom botta-bing
A lot of kings, a lot of rooks, ain't no pawns on my team
Stay calm in between, this shit is a balance beam
One hand wash the other
A suntan cutie came to me and was like "Damn, Mike no wonder
You must have switched cribs, I ain't seen you all summer though"
Damn baby if you want to know
I got the same phone number and trees if you want to smoke
[Hook: Latif]
The way it's coming out I'm feeling like it's going to be a summer song
So why don't you go ahead, turn it up, put one in the air or something
A pair of fresh J's, Cartiers, throw them in the carry on
(Feel the warm, feel the breeze) Summer, summer, summer song
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Put the pen to it and do you a favor, it's major
Ice water dripping with the flavor
You can't copy, drinking Asti Spumante
We scoop sand up from right under the palm tree
And then let the wind blow it away
Because that's representative of how we're doing o.k
I'm chill, first hit the elevator to the lobby, they're partying like somebody's going away
But besides all that though, I'm a slick cat, smooth gato
Hate jalapeños on the nachos, they're too spicy
Hop out the old school with the new Nikes
Blue like the Tampa Bay Lightning
I like them old joints though, new cars don't excite me
Except that R8 or the Aston Martin
It was looking like a shark when I passed it in traffic
Double dutch jumping on the corners when we passed it
[Hook]