Give the Summer Drums

[Produced by Paris]

[Intro: Paris]
89.5 KPOO in the city by the Bay, Hard Truth Soldier Radio
Black-owned and still strong, still got it goin' on
San Francisco, California, bringin' it back with old school slaps
Still puttin' in on ya
Representin' Freedom Justice and Equality, believe

[Verse 1: Paris]
Guerrilla Funk in the buildin', no straps on us
We hit the function and chill, a pro-Black moment
We tryin' to bubble for real, a mo' scratch moment
The opposite of killa with backbone it's on
Sunshine, Northern California summer time
Grillin' somethin' other than swine, bustin' rhymes
I didn't see one crime so wasn't no one time
It's fun time, old school vets lacin' young minds
I ain't talkin bout no murderin' blacks
I'm talking learning and encouraging blacks
Man we bringin’ that encouragement back
Still respectin' the new school dudes and they YouTube views
I'm pushin' the 6-9, they pushin' the scraper
We at park and its crackin', my potnas doin' it major
Cold weather in the fall, but for now we loungin'
Summertime in the Bay and when it's good is astoundin'
Give the summer drums

[Chorus: T-K.A.S.H.]
Gangstas, hustlas, none of that is among us
Just real life vets and youngsta's
Livin', livin', livin', livin' for the summertime
In the sunshine, nothin' up in the gun line
Give the summer drums

[Verse 2: Paris & T-K.A.S.H.]
Laid back, way back
Marvin Gaye track on a 8 track, day to relax
That's how we do it on this West Coast
Barbecue and Domino's, homie let’s go
Unity and togetherness, let the rest go
We on that elevate, come on brother, let's toast
Kick that black on black violence out and shut the door behind it
Rewind it back to good times from the Bay to LA, back to Sac
Neighborhood superstar, block hero
Neighborhood animosity, I got zero
It's like that when you really reppin' for the people
P-Dog, Tomie Kash, "Better Days" sequel
Shot to 43rd Street, but it ain't lethal
Respected in Oakland for change and remaining peaceful
Yappin', no blappin' in my rappin'
A smile on my mask when I'm askin' "What's happenin'?"

[Chorus: T-K.A.S.H.]
Gangstas, hustlas, none of that is among us (Hey)
Just real life vets and youngsta's (That's right)
Livin', livin', livin', livin' for the summertime
In the sunshine, nothin' up in the gun line (Yo)
Give the summer drums

[Verse 3: T-K.A.S.H.]
Brains all over the streets, brains I'm hopin' to reach
Hangin' all over the streets, bangin', I hope it'll cease
Change and grow into peace, rainin' with dough in the streets
Sprinkle the dough with the yeast, then we get bread, that's how we eat
Tomie Kash keep it lit, but without the heat
Pull up with them pounds, but I'm only talkin' 'bout the beat
Bust it in the air, just a friendly game of three-on-three
Ain't nobody dead 'cause it really ain't no reason to be
You ridin' with black men that's tapped in
To the black men from back then, that's past tense
And the straps and the reaction that traps black men
Back in the pen, it's back to relaxin' again
Did away with the thug livin', strictly gettin' high
Realizin' I love livin', tryin' to get it right
Unity, job opportunity
Community that's through with movin' in these streets foolishly

[Outro: T-K.A.S.H.]
Livin', livin', livin', livin' for the summertime
Livin', livin', livin', livin'
Livin', livin', livin', livin' for the summertime
Give the summer drums, son