Cookout Lyrics

The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought

This the paint I got, gave it all I got

The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought

This the paint I got, gave it all I got

You might choke, rip the bong, this the business

I got big lungs, not sure bout my kidneys

Who got two thumbs and light blunts of skunk I do

Asking how high are you, hi Iam who

When I feel like Mr. Copeland, I'm El Rey's da dude

It's different to drive stone than drive high

Take this advice from the guy with the red eyes

And I stay blessed, and shout out to the rest

Rapping to the death, we on a mission for success

Yes

See Iam summertime vibing on a cloud nine slide

Disco ball, brain guys fly, Frankenstein

See I'm sipping syrup, limit lime, feeling mighty fine

Couple memories, Floating by, take it as a sign

on the glimmer, cookout mouth, gold grill, oil and pine

Chicken winner in a beamer, boosted, y'all behind

See I'm Einstein, mind, trying to figure out the Whys

Forest trees, liquor rivers, chilling, living my life

I sit back and roll a joint to help out with the strain

It's gas, cant kill the way I'm selling this propane

So cozy in my Nikes, cruising down Nolana Lane

Marijuana got me stoned, but I'm feeling just like a plane

I'm floating, I'm like a monk who found the inner peace

Just like an ocean, I'm on a yacht and sailing seven seas

I took a trip into my mind and found a budding tree

So I took it as a message, now I spark up like I'm cheech

Let me tell you how it is, in the south as a kid with the style that we did

Yeah we trying to make it big, see the life that they live

Simple job with the wife and the kids, ain't the life that I wish

So I pen day and night, through this shit

Might be my only light in the abyss. I was drowning, now I'm swimming through the debt

Dodging ops and all the vets, this that Tex-Mex

Let me rep the set, yes, southside that's the S

Sample flipping like a tech deck

Best Chino you ain't met yet, always on the go, forget the get set

Ready, I'm just trying to get the fetti

Dropping bars, they are so heavy

Eating beats, come feel my belly

Slap it, it gon' look like jelly

What you know bout young kids from the down south

Way I whip around town, you would think I found clout

Give me round town, that's surround sound

Rep the crown loud

Summer days are hot. Just a rain of thought

This the paint I got. Gave it all I got

Summer days are hot. Just a rain of thought

This the paint I got. Gave it all I got

I got