Another Summer - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Buggin Malone]

Another summer. uh

It was summertime, I'm sipping, neighborhood trippin

Pockets fat as hell, watching low riders dippin

The heatwave hitting like the boogie, im slammin

And if you like the oldies, oh youll be understandin

Demandin the heat to go away, go away

Double tape deck I’ll bleed no Marvin Gaye

A hundred today was the daytime high

No air condition on my momma, broken why

Times is tough, my momma got enough

Stuff to deal with yes the ghettos rough

Oh oppression to genocide, homicides and more

Heats so bad i had to sleep on the floor

And i dont enjoy being Po-no-mo

Second really acting slow .22 at the foe

I stroll, through the the morning hours

Wake up its pourin, i jumps in the shower

Top of the hour im counting up my dimes

Smoke a philly, yes im chillin and im dealing high times

Writin rhymes, and its been on the daily basis

Talkin like a racist, pale faces hate this

Put us in cages bottlin up rage

Another summer, what a bummer can't fake this

Can't fake this, can't fake this

Yall really really really can't fake this

Another Summer

[Verse 2: Buggin Malone]

The heat hits the streets and i seize destruction

Dysfunctions and a world of corruption

Native production has seen a arise in

Many different hustles and mind analyzing

Tried the dope game and that coke game

Nothing really changed every thing remained the same-

The money was right, my pockets still tight

The heat still whip my ass tonight

And i still ride a bus, disgustin i cussed

Got that gun on my side, why? i can't trust

But for money, funny, and got dues due

What you gonna do when god comes for you

Hypocritical, typical, government system

Uncle Sam heard the poor, thats why i only dissed him

Missed them homies that i buried last summer

Shoudlve been there the guilt that carry my brother

Another’s in my life deceased-

Some went to heaven, and many met their peace

Rest in peace my brother, rest in peace my brother, rest in peace my brother, rest in peace

Another summer

Another Summer

Uh, what

[Verse 3: Buggin Malone]

Summer time hotties at the hip hop parties

Just call me Clyde and im searching for my Bonnie

Im gonna get the ganja when we hittin this good

Shorty said trippin when im dippin through my hood

On my feet when i walk, take the bus cause i'm poor

Make sure that my bro has his uzi as i know

Chatter box, rat attack, tatter box

Livin off macaroni and cheese and them tatertots

Cops have a plan white man in van

Outside my house walkie talkie in his hand

From milwaukee copy in, its the end of the season

Give me the reason to start trick or treating

Peeking through my window every now and then

Im waiting for the door to come down the cops hollerin

Babies were crying in the cops arms-

House went down, the children did no harm

But dont be alarmed man, it couldve been worse

2 foot casket and shorty's in the hearse

In the earth, yes i cursed my homiez rest

With their hands placed up on their chest

They should be with a cutie, hands on a booty

'nother freestyle, and doing their duty

Sue me, if you dont like what i say

My Homiez, always wanted it to be this way

No difference, judge, dont miss the fuckin drummin

Poor life, no life, for life

Another summer

[Outro]

The year was 91 and I was up to no good

I was slangin, gang bangin, I was hangin in the hood

I was 15 years old cold with that bad attitude

To (?) I sent him my gratitude

Another summer…