Z-Ro, Slim Thug - Summertime Lyrics

Swangin' through the south side last night baby
You know that I was coming from my trap (From my trap)
Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies
And a couple paint bottles in my lap (In my lap)
And I have never swung this wild
Like future, I lost my mind and my top at the same damn time

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (summertime)
Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on their side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping
Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping
Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love
Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club

Thuga
It's summertime in my city man
It's a bunch of fine dames looking pretty man
I'm trying to take a few with me man
Hoping HPD don't come get me man
You know it's poured up
You know what's rolled up
It ain't a summer Slim Thuga' ain't showed up
Spend a mansion with Johnny May go go up
Everywhere we go everybody know us
Hood superstars
Like candy on our cars
When you see them fours you gonna know it's those Texas boys
It's summertime in the city
Time to show up
We hit the club
Watch how many bottles blow up

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (summertime)
Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on their side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping
Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping
Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love
Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club

Uh, okay everybody know I will kill
But it seems like my haters done took a chill pill
Even the ones that's real fakers that can real real
The way the bass whipping my Styrofoam I know it will spill

The pool party popping got them steaks on the grill
Whole hood participating nobody getting killed
Just a bunch of real niggas trying to smoke and chill
Chopping it up trying to plot up another mill'

Shot all your money, homey don't worry 'bout that
What the fuck you think a real nigga for? I got that
Galleria, we shop that, gotta stay fresh for summer
Rollin' slab trunk beating like a drummer

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (summertime)
Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on our side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping
Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping
Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love
Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club