[Jay-Z] Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?" Well I do this in my slumber summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer I drop heat, when you bring the sun up The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes I ain't making you the butt of my jokes But let's not stray from what I came to say To my beloved, think we need some time away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz' Instead gave me they ass to kiss But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same It's like when niggaz make subliminal records If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it You don't really want it with Hov, for the record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger zone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c'mon Say when, take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga could Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me Niggaz can't fuck with me I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and Young niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion
[talking] Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do I got a brand new bitch, corporate America She showing me a lot of action right now And I know you put me on my feet and all, but I mean, it's time for me to grow You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go
I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show the same love to my friends Dear summer
