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Summer Set The The Way You Move

and you know You've got it down, you've got it down We've got you figured out You give it up when the lights go out You give it up when you move the way you

and you know You've got it down, you've got it down We've got you figured out You give it up when the lights go out You give it up when you move the way you

You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga

the summers a natural afradesiac And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme To hit you and get you equipped for the summer time Summer summer summertime

set Dip, dip, dip Come and fuck with the set Dip, dip, dip Come and fuck with the set Dip, dip, dip Come and fuck with the set So, come and deal wit

here You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here This is the season for the zoe's round here If you corner who you know, you can get it for the

can all find The things in life worth living for One thing I know is that when life's moving slow I'm not out here on my own, I've got you to get me

break is such a tricky thing Because you move to the country, she comes back again And then you move to the city but she goes abroad Is she telling you

Prince's new definition of summer madness Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Summer, summer