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letra de summer 96 - steven darnell

hook
mo money mo problems
bumpin elevators

summer 96
i had dreams of ridin dirty
yea

comin out hard
mobbin down the blvd

see us in them candy toys
turn my speakers up to god
amen

summer 96 i feel like
that’s the time my life
was different
i was jus kid, but i remember
i had held a pistol
biggie knocking out my
speakers, armed and dangerous
i’m ready dreaming of the day
that i can drop the top on my
new chevy
that was round the time
that i was introduced to gangs
listen i forget his name
but he was selling crack in
the 8th grade
ima product of red clay
where they pull up on u
wit duck tape
tell u lay it down
take er thang
money clothes and ya wedding rang
choppas fly in the daytime
on the news bodies
fill the morgue
mo money mo problems homie
that was like my theme song
grip wood like a boss do
mess around get ya chain sn-tched
gumptown alabama dog
on ya head like a wave cap

turn it to the max
uhh
shawty jus relax
maybe i would have
it easy if i wasn’t black
heyenas on full attack
these boys stay tuckin gats
anyway i’m jus 2 dope
don’t stand back u gone relapse
uhh
one time 4 my neighborhood
spring valley , that cross creek
i was only like 13 the first time i
smoked weed
i was hearing thangs
ball out like juco
4s chop like judo
wet paint like fruit bowl
deuce up like kudos
what it is, stack cake
til the lawd come
one hunned til i lose count
drive slow
i’m screwed up
uhh
these country rap tunes
gone pay off
no cashier
fall in the booth
and my flow smooth
as cashmere
deep in the jungle
they aimin at heads
lions and tigers
they plot on yo bread
god can you hear me
the city ain’t fair

summer 96, the summer
i became a man

- steven darnell

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