Doin’ Time (Remixed by Marshall Arts)

Lyrics

Hot, short days; long, sweaty nights Changing of the equinox [Chorus: Bradley Nowell] Summertime and the livin's easy And Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent The LBC, me and Louie, run to the party dance to the riddim it gets harder [Verse 1: Imani] Aw shit... 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, F's all up on my testicles like lice Summertime is always nice from 'Dena to the LBC It's dark drivin' the Caddy One time jumped behind me (whoo whoo) Flashin lights like a disco Was bookin like Deney Terrio Perms the scenario It's summertime... [Chorus: Bradley Nowell, Sublime] Summertime and the livin's easy And Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent The LBC, me and Louie, run to the party dance to the riddim it gets harder [Verse 2: Slim Kid Tre] Days hotter than cocoa, yet smoother than cocoa butter The mind was cluttered with thoughts of bein' home My zone Closin' shutters, Imaginin' microphones And layin' under the covers with my baby bear Beggin with dreamy stares Over shouldered in pairs Puttin' on a nigga's underwear with the baby-T Whisperin' words like "come and play with these" What a beautiful day to be free, cuz it's... [Chorus: Bradley Nowell] Summertime and the livin's easy And Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent The LBC, me and Louie, run to the party dance to the riddim it gets harder [Bridge: Bradley Nowell] (bout it bout it bout bout it bout it bout it) [Bridge: Bradley Novell] Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definately The tension, is getting hotter I'd like to hold her, head underwater, oh [Verse 3: Bootie Brown] You know it's seasonal Temperature's reading exactly at 101 Ran into Sublime when I was rollin' high on the 101 Northbound in tune with the earth soundwaves and sunbeams 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 cuz herb attracts the gods... [Chorus: Bradley Nowell] Take a tip, take a tip, take a tip from me Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree that we're Well qualified to represent The LBC, Me, la la Louie, everybody, run to the riddim it gets harder [Verse 5: The Pharcyde] You bout it bout it bout it bout it You bout it bout it bout it bout it x5 One day I was joggin' through the concrete jungle And all of the sudden I slipped on some Sublime Oh, and landed in the Pharcyde, ahhh It's all good (doesn't matter) Sunshine in the air, just smokin' with the good people eveywhere You know, I know, you must be strong and keep it (keep it) comin' On You gotta gotta you gotta keepit comin on x3 Yeah