Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, man It's that funky, funky, fresh *** right here Fresh, you know what I mean? I'm feelin' good on this one You know what I'm sayin'? Walkin' out the scene, though Just here for a couple stacks At the old school valet park I might just, ah, go Break it down on him, break it down on him Break it down on him, break it down on him Break it down on him, break it down on him Break it down on him, now bring it up slow Bring it up slow, bring it up slow Bring it up slow, now slide on him Slide on him, slide on him Slide on him, slide, yeah Let me slide in that thing with the beat straight bump Candy painted whip, boy, you ain't seen nothin' And the young players just copped Digi-Dash Can't do stuntin', boy, I had to show my ass Where my niggas at? Where my ladies at? Slid on ice, gotta play a life Small block, 400, get the kids off the street Candy painted whip, black magic on the feet Swing somethin', swing somethin', swing somethin' Tuck somethin', tuck somethin', tuck somethin' Hold up, man, I'm finna take a quick little intermission right quick You know what I'm sayin'? Pull up to the corner store Grasp some drank racks and some wickets I'm finna talk a lil' *** I'm finna bounce back from this hoes, cuz I'm finna slide on Yo, slid off the block, I got the beat bump Smoke in the air, they gots to be puffed Caught the temptation, they were roughin' Dive with your rep, man, 3100 Players only live once, what's the vice? Scared money don't make money, roll the dice Cop that whip, cop that bike Cop that house, nigga, this your life Yeah, them hoes trite, but I deal with it 10-10s in the trunk, bitch, I'm feelin' this Turn the zap up, roll the windows down Run the beat to the city, to the bridge, to the town See a head of frown, gotta throw the deuce up Mad when they see you in the coupe or the truck But it's nothin' cuz I'm down with the summertime vibes Say, I ain't fly, he a motherfuckin' lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, hey Yeah, man, man, it's the summertime vibes, man You know what I'm sayin'? Breathe back old school on these niggas, boy That feel good, bitch I'ma take the time right now, though To give a couple shout-outs, you feel me? First off, I wanna shout-out the world's freshest DJ motherfuckin' Fresh Shout-out my motherfuckin' engineer here, Eddie, you know what I'm sayin'? Do his motherfuckin' thing, motherfucker Shout-out to the hoes 627 Entertainment You know what I mean? My motherfuckin' bro, these young caddy, young stunna, you know what I'm sayin'? Them motherfuckin' dumb riders Shout-out my motherfuckin' homie, Donk Planet, you know what I mean? Shout-out, shout-out to motherfuckin' East Face Chevy, you feel me? I can see y'all niggas slidin' out to this *** right now, you know what I mean? Them motherfuckin' drops, got the motherfuckin' top down, you know what I mean? The niggas in the hard tops, got the motherfuckin' sunroof *** All the windows down, slide now, yeah, I like that *** And this, this ain't just for all the, this ain't just for the Donk Riders or the Box Chevy Riders either, you know what I mean? This for all the old schools, you know what I mean? I'm talkin' about the El Caminos, Monte Carlos, Chevelles, Camaros, GTOs, Grand Nationals Cougars, Mustangs, Novas, Regals, Firebirds, the pimps in the big-body Cadillacs To them vatos in the old-school Bel-Airs, you know what I mean? And them Impalas, you know what I mean? You know I slide Impala too, but I'm talkin' 7.1 through 7.6 ***, you feel me? Can't forget about the Cutlasses, Skylarks, Mallys, Challengers, Thunderbirds, Mavericks Grand Ams, Rivieras, even the old-school Vets, Delta 88s, Plymouths Pull up on a nigga in a Duster or a Barracuda, ugh, it's nasty, you know what I'm sayin'? I know I forgot a couple, but y'all get the motherfuckin' vibes, you know what I mean? Money makin' ass dot, summertime vibes, and we out this bitch, yeah Stars in the sky, money in the sky Now I'm all alone, we all in the club School, money School