[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen

Boys and girls

I’d like to welcome everybody to Summer ‘95

Just a resurrection of them good ol’ vibes

From D.C. to the world

And it goes a little something like this

[Verse 1]

I just, wanna live peacefully

With a baddie that’s trying to get a piece of me

She could be as light as me

Or a dark skin baddie like Naomi yeah

Now this is that cool, laid back and chill

Made for hoopties and Maybachs for real

Pay backs a bitch revenge taste like clitoris

Bringing back the vibеs, gang shit we sick of it

Not trying to dismiss just doing something differеnt

You can play Youngboy and play this

Everybody gotta cool out play this and smooth out

Even on them days when you gotta bring the tools out

Ain’t gotta fill it with bars to bust your brain

Just enough to go outside and touch terrain

Yeah that outside shit, gotta vibe shit

I heard they want that 95 shit

[Hook]

(Ay G, you think they wanna hear that 95 shit)

Yeah I think they wanna hear that 95 shit

(you sure, do they really want that 95 shit)

Fa’sho I think they wanna hear that 95 shit

(Ay G, are they ready for that 95 shit)

Yeah I think they ready for that 95 shit

(well, I guess they ready for that 95 shit)

Nah, better yet, they wanna feel, that 95 shit

[Verse 2]

Life is hard we need good times we scratching and surviving

Head up high just trying to stay alive

The government keep telling white people lies

Like slavery benefitted Soulaan lives

I guess being raped and forced to eat feces

Treated like animals, recipes to eat me

Only whites look at that as beneficial

They put it in legislature to make the shit official

Let’s make it crystal clear we ain’t for that

Slaves that got free found ther family and bought ‘em back

That ain’t a benefit nigga that’s ludicrous

Wasn’t a mother fucking thing about it lucrative

We still feeling the effects today

A white cop just killed a nigga yesterday

What’s left to say, oh yeah, reparations

Tell France to pay back the Haitians

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I’m a NorthEast groover D.C.’s the locale

Nelly with the flow, got ‘em sweating the vocal

Know it’s been awhile since it felt like this

Who else could make microphones melt like this

G dot red nigga ‘bout his green like a treetop

Shredding other MC’s rocksteady, beebop

I am hip-hop live in the flesh

From this trapped out era to back to figgy fresh

Uh, I bought a pen to the test and passed with flying colors

One of the goats and I ain’t st-st-studder

Baby said loving a brother

She pouring gravy all over the meat leaving it smothered

Uh, you can pour up to this

I don’t smoke, but you can roll up to this

While you chilling on the porch or the bench just chill

From 25 until

[Hook]