The Pharcyde - Doin' Time (Martial Arts Remix) lyrics

Hot short days, long sweaty nights The changing of the equinox [Chorus] Summertime and the living's easy Rodney's on the microphone with Ras M.G All the people in the dance will agree That we are well qualified to represent the LBC Me, and me and Louie will yon run to the party Dance to the rhythm it gets harder [Verse 1] Yo, I was delayed on Delta Fiendin' by my shelter In Pasadena when I land I'm a sip a Zima Let the top down, turn the volume up some decibels I'm rollin' down the street, it's all about my testicles, bright lights Summertime is always nice from 'Dena to the LBC I start drivin' the Caddie, one time jumped behind me (whoop, whoop) Flashin' lights like a disco Was lookin' like Danny Tarry-O Permed chicks the scenario Its summertime [Chorus] [Verse 2] Day's hotter than cocoa, yes smooth as cocoa bu*ter The mind was cluttered with thoughts of bein' home My zone, closin' my shutters imagining microphones And layin' under the covers with my baby bear Thinkin' with dreamy stares over shoulder-length hair Puttin' n***as' underwear with the baby-tees Whisperin' words like "come and play with me" What a beautiful day to be free Cause it's... [Chorus] (Got it, got it, got it, got it keep it comin' on) Evil, come to tell you that she's evil Most definitely Evil, ornery scandalous and evil Most definitely The tension is getting harder I'd like to hold her head under water [Verse 3] You know it's seasonal Temperature's reading exactly at one o' one Ran into Sublime when I was rolling high on the one o' one Northbound in tune with the earth sound Sound waves and sun beams When I'm on the microphone I freak beats and rearrange scenes When I'm on the microphone I make heads bob We smoke hella herb 'cause herb attracts the gods Take a tip, take a tip, take a ti-tidip from me Rodney's on the microphone with Ras M.G All the people in the dance will agree That we are well qualified to represent the LBC Me, la-la-Louie Well everybody run to the rhythm it gets harder (You got it, got it, got it, got it keep it comin' on) One day I was jogging through the concrete jungle And all of a sudden I slipped on some Sublime, oooh And landed in the Pharcyde It's all good, doesn't matter Sunshine in the air Good smoke and good people everywhere You know, I know we must stay strong and keep it comin' on