Naughty By Nature
Summertime Groove
[Intro]
Yeah, Celis
It's that feel good music right here
Gon nod your head
Summertime groove, yeah

[Verse]
Summertime in the country gone and go get the 4 wheelers
The high life I ain’t talking bout a cold Miller
Everybody's outside when its not winter
Kids, young girls, the fiends and all the dope dealers, yeah
Getting some rays of sun shine
Hustlers on the block be avoiding one time
Cops fast but we just a little quicker
Riding around wildin' while we sipping on some liquor
Six copped tequila he chasing it with Red Bull
Bryant rolling something up tight giving it mad pull
Al telling Tick that blunt you gone have to pa**
You wanna hit Cel, you know that I had to ask
Nah, you know that ain’t my steez
Looking for something on her knees tryna give that breeze, oh
Gotta be single for the summer
Riding through the city with the doors off the Hummer
Or maybe the range when looking for strange
You get caught by your girl you gon have to explain
Me I got the Chevy blacked out open the sun roof
Windows down getting at girls look baby (woof woof), hmm
Yeah I'm just like Rottweil
Something bout that summer heat is making me hostile
She ain't a dime but she something like the number 9
How it's going down in Roxboro in the summertime

[Chorus]
Everybody gone and clap your hands
Nod your head gone and do your dance (hey, hey)
Cause every time that you hear that beat
It's gone make you wanna move your feet (go, go)
Hear the rhyme yo and try to unwind
We out here tryna have a good time (dance, dance)
Get at a shorty then you try to get her number
How it's going down when you party in the summer

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I love the summertime cookouts
Out on Five Seven with the homies tryna chill out
Reminiscing reflecting on times pa**ed
Remembering dead homies and talking a lil trash
Nostalgia, I can do this for days
Sipping on cold billies sitting under the shade, hmph
Yeah and who tryna get slayed
My homie talking sh*t say he can beat me in Spades
Spades? What you know bout that
You better smoke that Black, and jump up off my sack
When they off that yak, n***as talk that smack
Man you just got set, you better run that back, oh
But n***as be reneging
But nevermind that, these girls ripe for the picking
Women and ribs be both finger licking
Collard greens, fried fish and some barbecued chicken
This how you do when you live in the south
Banging some old school music while you feeding your mouth
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Yeah that's how we do
McFadden and Whitehead will always be on point
Then the old heads start playing tunes the juke joint
That Johnnie Taylor make ’em all hoop and hollar
Got Six mama singing bout these last two dollars
[Chorus]
Everybody gone and clap your hands
Nod your head gone and do your dance (hey, hey)
Cause every time that you hear that beat
It’s gone make you wanna move your feet (go, go)
Hear the rhyme yo and try to unwind
We out here tryna have a good time (dance, dance)
Get at a shorty then you try to get her number
How it's going down when you party in the summer
Everybody gone and clap your hands
Nod your head gone and do your dance (hey, hey)
Cause every time that you hear that beat
It’s gone make you wanna move your feet (go, go)
Hear the rhyme yo and try to unwind
We out here tryna have a good time (dance, dance)
Get at a shorty then you try to get her number
How it's going down when you party in the summer