funny feelin' comin' over me Well, I'm hearin' violins and Tony Bennett Boy, if this is love, well, then I'm in it It was a triple digit summer I thought
is yours What?s your name and number Damn, your double deed is making Willie mumble, yo Jilie jolies, I?ma rock ya till like we get down What you?re digit
] Look, I said for that bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta Freeze it up, in the winter, throw it out, by the summer Bank account, seven digits
sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it Before I
tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max see me for that paper... you workin for short bread ain't my money long youngin... bxtch I'm on trappin more digits
shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is animal found toast Animal found toast but my ghetto animal Life's ill, some time's life might kill Vordul Mega, five digits
for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by
a legend like Hook Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna, nigga What I got, cars for the winter and summer
A funny feeling coming over me I'm hearing violins and Tony Bennett Boy if this is love then I'm in it (Chorus) It was a triple digit summer I thought
die with my brothers And when I'm on the mic I represent all colors Last summer, I escaped from an asylum, You know the three digits, BITCH you better
Camp For The Summer, Whine Up Living in a Digital Land. Where Everybody Gets to Meet its Own Digi-Monster A Digital Companion, A Digital Friend A Digimon
's in the house Real cool, 'cause Brooklyn's cool Friday doin' the last day of school Girls steppin' to the mall to swing Settin' up dollars for their summer
be factually but when its on I raise first automatically wont catch me as a victim in a rap casulty (c'mon) Dynasty raiders hit VA in the summer time
nickname was Marvin, 'cause when she had sex it got messy This freak named Jenny Marquais, so you know I called her Butter 'cause when it came to summer
cry, just tryin' a make you smile So why don't you give your digits, babe I can dial I wanna love you, hug you, hold you, touch you Squeeze and tease like a summer
cyberqueen Pixeleen Penned by a hack in the Palisades Backed by some guys from Columbia Shot all in digital video For a million and change Flash back to cool summer
could kiss myself but why do it when i know that i could get some help yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer