Summertime feat. King Tee
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Set's up high, bitches and whips topless
No ceilings, they pitchin' that Helen Mirren
It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)
Block burning, G's banging on the beach
White tees, no socks shit
Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system
Rattlin' but battle ready cause they got the heavy metal
To handle for the fed he watchin'
Watch it, everybody observe the color of the block where they walkin'
Watch how they walkin', see her at the payphone code talkin'
She got them eyes, shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin'
So the lay of the block maintain as long everybody play they role, if not
Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do
A critic quick to put a clip in a nine
A motherfucker will die in the summertime

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin'
A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'
And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em
When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'
I came to represent for the Liquid Empire
The Lexus squire with about six friars
Been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire
And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire
I-a gut the mic with the negative hype
Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type
Write whatever you like, starts day into night
Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight
As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes
Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes
Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth
Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin'
Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin' (?) (Right?)
Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin'
Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials
Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection
Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and
Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack
And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs
Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven
Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second
Then started up again like resurrection, then count their blessings
Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection, pause
Laugh it off or get a weapon

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime




Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

Overall Meaning

Clipping's song Summertime reflects on the experiences and events that happen in the summer, a season that is characterized by vacations, beach outings, and of course, the heat. The song begins with a description of a beach as a place where some people come to show off by driving fancy cars and having no boundaries when it comes to partying. The song describes the ghetto lifestyle and how the people make the most of their summers. The song's lyrics depict the complexities of life, where everyone tries to maintain their position and respect on the block.


The lyrics also display the influence of the West Coast hip hop scene on Clipping's music. The lyrics reflect the attitudes and slang often associated with California rap. Clipping shows off their lyrical prowess through wordplay and metaphors such as "Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system" and "A motherfucker will die in the summertime." The lyrics also contain references to Andrew Dice Clay, an American comedian and actor. The song is a reminder of the dangers of gang violence and how people can lose their lives during the summer months, not just in the ghetto but in any neighborhood.


Line by Line Meaning

Set's up high, bitches and whips topless
People are driving around in fancy cars with the top down


No ceilings, they pitchin' that Helen Mirren
The car has no roof, and they're blasting music so loud that it can be heard over the sound of the car, like Helen Mirren's voice in a movie


It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)
It's summer, and people are smoking weed out of a stick-shaped pipe


Block burning, G's banging on the beach
The neighborhood is hot and filled with gang members hanging out at the beach


White tees, no socks shit
People are wearing white t-shirts and no socks


Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
The palm tree is leaning from the weight of the bass in the music


Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system
Every car is playing Tupac's music on the stock sound system


Rattlin' but battle ready cause they got the heavy metal
The car is making noise because of the bass, but they're still ready for a fight because they have weapons inside the car


To handle for the fed he watchin'
They have weapons to protect themselves from the police who might be watching them


Watch it, everybody observe the color of the block where they walkin'
Be careful of the gang colors in the neighborhood


Watch how they walkin', see her at the payphone code talkin'
People are being watched to see if they're talking in code on the payphone


She got them eyes, shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin'
She's attractive and dancing seductively


So the lay of the block maintain as long everybody play they role, if not
The neighborhood will stay peaceful if everyone stays in their assigned roles, but if not, there may be trouble


Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do
If people cross other gang members' territories, there may be violence


A critic quick to put a clip in a nine
If someone criticizes the gang, they may be shot


A motherfucker will die in the summertime
People may die in the summer because of gang violence


Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Someone is doing tricks on a pogo stick


Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
Women are being impressed, and friends are smoking weed excessively


And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
People are talking too much and could get in trouble for not knowing enough information


Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Women are looking especially attractive in the summer


Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Women are looking more attractive than usual


Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
People may still die even though it's summer


It happens all the time in the summertime
Summer doesn't prevent violence from happening


Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin'
Be careful with alcohol because it could lead to trouble


A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'
Someone is wearing a lot of expensive jewelry and it looks impressive


And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em
People would assume the jewelry was bought on the West Coast


When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'
When the gang starts shooting, people run away


I came to represent for the Liquid Empire
The rapper is representing his gang


The Lexus squire with about six friars
The rapper is driving a fancy car with several friends


Been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire
It's been a while since the rapper has killed someone


And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire
The rapper will continue rapping until his enemies are dead


I-a gut the mic with the negative hype
The rapper is speaking negatively on the mic


Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type
He has a negative attitude and isn't trying to conform to any specific style


Write whatever you like, starts day into night
You can write whatever you want, at any time of day


Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight
He'll disrupt your view with his negativity


As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes
As a reward, he'll handle any complaints or feedback


Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes
He'll defend himself against anyone who tries to claim he's not a real gang member


Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth
Real killers aren't afraid, but he wants to tell the truth


Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga
Summer isn't a time for fun and games when he's rapping on the microphone


Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin'
People are gambling with dice, riding motorcycles, smoking weed, and walking on sidewalks


Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin' (?) (Right?)
People are drinking, talking, and possibly smoking weed


Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin'
People are paying a high price, doing drugs, and holding guns


Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials
People are lighting fireworks and causing fear in the neighborhood


Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection
People are driving in circles and taking pictures at the intersection


Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and
They're showing off their gang and anger towards the police


Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack
Someone is breaking mirrors because they're angry


And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
He's high on drugs and doesn't want to vomit


So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
He keeps the party going like the gambling game with dice


Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
His friends are talking negatively like the comedian Andrew Dice Clay


Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs
His friends take turns keeping watch, pretending not to be undercover cops


Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven
When someone wins the dice game, guns are fired, dogs bark, and people call the police


Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second
Car alarms go off, and his friends pause their betting


Then started up again like resurrection, then count their blessings
They start again like nothing happened and are grateful to be alive


Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection, pause
Stop staring, because you look attractive like candy


Laugh it off or get a weapon
Either accept the joke or be prepared to fight




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@FurryWrecker911

"Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round make the hoes go down..."
That is the slickest way to say "These guys are driving slowly in low riders trying to pick up women." That is creative as heck.

@monstergirl784

Clipping seems so unknown. They have to be heard about more. They make really really good music.


I feel like I'm gonna regret saying that

@papermario477

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@codyzitek5410

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@camillaclay5422

No you’re totally right they deserve so much more credit they are literal geniuses

@josephc.3192

I always expect the best verses from Daveed, but king t has a really dope flow here. I love this song

@MeGustaWHAT

And this is when I realize I've been listening to clipping longer than I thought. Fk I love this shit.

@HxH2011DRA

2x makes this god-tier

@AngelicaKroner

Daveed Diggs is probably the best rapper I've ever heard.

@thcrackman7514

Clearly haven't heard Mos Def

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