It's a little story about my summertime Summertime (Hook) I was ridin' slow, sittin' low Flippin' grain, doin' my thing Baby girl ride it like she's supposed to Said baby girl ride it like she's supposed to Give me a couple weeks and I'll be back again With my homies too, you should bring your friends Oh man, oh boy you understand? All these clothes, diamond ring Dirty girl ride me like she's supposed to I said baby girl ride me like she's supposed to (1) Your dime up to your mind? Cuz you can't sing In the membrane when you go computing If I can take you home, can I be your sensei? Shorty got me wanting to put a ring on it, Beyonce We bumpin' that dream, she fancy I'm callin' on you like Nappy I'm the type to take her clothes off in the Jacuzzi There's enough for us and enough for y'all And at weekend make a movie Throwin' out these groupies and my real girl tryna do me Rolling by on my grind all the time Looking at them California street signs (Hook) (2) Everything wavy, we at the beach I might touch her ass cuz it's in my reach In a few weeks, picking and coping a new lease Rock the whole summer acting like I's just the new me But I'm truly the second since they knew me Pulled up on my own street and passed up the police She a bad chick with a Visa card And she spot that shit for me, man she be blowin' hard I love the summetime cuz in the summertime I'll be spending money, spending time, everything fine (Hook) Summertime, I suppose Through the hood at the liquor stores Just got home, I was on retreat Back of the streets Back in the lot, get back on these beats (Hook)