You know it's that time, cuz
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What time is it, man?
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Summertime, man
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Yo, I love this time of year, man
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I love it
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Ha-ha!
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The girls are out, they're wearing a lot less
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No time like summertime, blood
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It's all nice, man
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It's all lovely
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Time to live it up, man
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Yeah
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Yeah
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[Verse 1:]
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Summer in the city such a very special time
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If you put aside the traffic, air-pollution and the grime
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You'll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine
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And apart from money that's the only thing that's on my mind
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Short skirts, belly-tops, fake tans
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String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
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Getting hard off of half of a glimpse, I got plans
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To be scooping up a couple of buff tings if I can
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If I can't then I'm still live
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I'll go and check my little yatty by the seaside
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Cause I know she's live, plus she's a delight
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She gives me hospitality, she treats me right
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That's what I need, right?
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And if not, I'm on a little mission to Los Angeles
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To check my Beverly Hill honey to see if she can handle this
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Pimping ain't no easy thing and some of these chicks are scandalous
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But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this
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I love it!
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You won't believe some of the shit I've seen, man
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Trust me
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Yo, I ain't even gonna go through it
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But differently I wanna send out a shout out to all my people out there, yeah
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Big shout to the man dem, the ladies
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You know you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you really want out of life
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Trust me, you only get one run
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[Verse 2:]
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I don't believe in fate
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Life is what you make it, make it great
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I'm trying to elevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
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Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
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Until I could no longer wait, I had to find a purpose
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Otherwise I would've been worthless, making fuss on the estate
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Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I should take
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Every chance and every opportunity to try and make
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Every second and every breath of life something to celebrate
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So I've been around the world now, rose to the occasion
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Boast different folks, different strokes, black, white and Asian
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All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazing
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Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feel so amazing
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Club-hopping in Ibiza, I've got Pacha on lock
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Pull up right outside the entrance in a Hummer, people clock
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Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am and who I'm not
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I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never felt this hot
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And I love it, love it
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It's all good man, ya get me?
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Yo, you know you gonna catch me out Ibiza again, yeah
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I gotta go there again
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Get the Hummer out
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We're driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it's nothing
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Turn up at the club
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Girls everywhere
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It's all vibes though, man
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Yo, big shout to my man like Paddy, yeah
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Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
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Big up Cajun
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Yeah man, I gotta big up the man like Scope
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Big shout to T-Power, yeah
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Hang tight Alexis, yeah
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Yo, Dirtee Skank's the label, man
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Maths & English, live by it
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London city stand up
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It's a UK thing, what
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Da Feelin'
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