[Intro: Nas]

Yo, all work no play

That's all niggas do

We always hustlin'

Need sometime to chill

Sit down and have some fun with our people's yo

[Nas]

Yo, I woke up early one morning, yawning!

Called my man Nate, what's up? Let's get it on

You gon' drive to my crib or I'm a drive to yours?

Take the crew out of state or we gon' chill indoors?

Yo, a summertime plan, tell the shorty grab the pots and pans

Make something hot not ham

The Gods we don't get down like that

Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out

So we can cookout, couple of six pack

Chilling back, sit back, beach chair

Each year we try to take time out

Hate to empty the nines out

D batteries for the radio to blasties

Hits by the oldies, eating macaroni

Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice

Horse whip the Porsche to the store to get more ice

Under the shade, thinking about ways to get paid

Sun's shining yo I hope it don't rain on our parade

Who pulls up in the Benzo, two side Jungle and Wiz show

They got more liquor, about to get raw nigga!

Somebody said niggas is hating us

But ain't no cats they making us

So fuck them niggas, cuz they ain't breaking us

Sylk in the cut with some shorty getting filthed up

Scenery looks so right, having a good life

The kid's playing, my man L is DJ'in

Niggas try to fuck this party up our gats will be spraying

Word!

[Nature]

Yeah, that summer time shit

Yo, chill dunn, send that rap to the store we need ice

Feed the projects, some little kids we feed twice

Strictly Boar's Head meat

Cornbread and sweet potato's

In the river park, nothing but fiends and greedy neighbors

Extra charcoal, mad bitches by the car load

Kegs the Bud, Heineken case and jars of dro

Then it happened, the spatula dropped, but who's fault?

My nigga High brought the barbeque sauce

Paper plates, the foils and forks

Killa brought the Frank's

We do it in the park all night, old timers give thanks

Niggas like Barkley's, Luke arm and Hank brought their kids

Water guns spraying off in the Bridge

At the Johnny pump everybody having they fun

Everybody eating Frank's and burgers dropping they buns

Little kids pick 'em up, then we pop they hands

We give burgers to police but cops ain't fam

Niggas grandmoms asking me to send 'em a plate

Cuz it started up at 12 they thought it ended at 8

The party never ends, we too deep, we too strong

You know it's back to the beef once the food's gone

[Outro: Nas]

Yo, yo pass that ketchup over here motherfuckers

Now that's fire

That nigga L.E.S. greedy as a motherfucker

I knew you was gon' go over there and take that food off the table

That's my shit, those are my wings

And who got the fucking Hennessey?

Someone took the Absolut it's gon'

Damn, a nigga can't drink nothing

Dude's out over there always brown-nosing

Rest hatin' for ho's

Scheming for grapes, what you doing brother?

That ain't how we suppose to do it

Yo Jungle you cockblocking give me my weed I'm leaving

The fucking cookout is over

Nature I ain't fucking with you no more

Nature!

Where's my car?

Now that's fire motherfucker!