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august the third month, summer with sunrays
sunshine blaze, my eyes are kind of glazed
feelin mccarthy, i'm makin a call
chillin by the fence of the street with the sex stalls
so many freaks, geeks, rats, cool cats and fat girls
i'm that kid, yo, loungin in my own world
dig daydreamin girl thinks she's a dancer
like to catch the whole show but my vision was cancelled
i was hungry, my take out had been fixin
ordered fried rice eggroll wanton and big chicken
then i went to meet the mack little
cool, elixin, slippin, sippin wine from the bottle
model fly girl with sauce
bums who are lost, more garbage that's tossed out of the
doors and the windows, rooftops and buildings
25 cents a show, all the freaks know
a rhyme for the summertime
straight up ragtop blue
diggin the scene from the street's eye view
cooler on the block, dig, lookin for some action
i can't rest till i find satisfaction
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