Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you want to move your dancing feet to the rescue. Take me, take me to the jump-off. Summertime, summertime. Maybe we can fall in love. We rock it out like diamond in the back. Sun rooftop. Niggas on the scene. Brooklyn, let's rock. You know how it is once the weather get hot. Got them things on your mind and, Nigga, why not? The Mami's got sweets like a candy shop. They be young and they pretty with them candy tops. They be young and they pretty and they can't be stopped. Shit, I'm young and I'm pretty, baby. Can we rock? Of course. You make me go hard. You're so soft. Your Louie clutched and your lip gloss. Your shoes and top is so boss. You're so flossed so, of course I know you wanna rock with me, the black D-A-N-T-E, The Mr. Mos Definitely. Ooh-wee. So, feel free to get close, Ma. Know me better. I like how it feel when our hips roll together. It just go together. It's just so together. When the beat go off it can gather, but the plan now: do the dance now. Push your hands out. Don't you back out. Yeah, yeah, Mama, that's how. So, sing it back out. Take me, take me to the jump-off. Summertime, summertime. Maybe we can fall in love. Listen, don't say I never did nothing for you. Don't say that Mos never put something on you. Oh, fuck it, say what you want, Niggas. Like it or love it. Hate if you want, Niggas. Sun and the moon. It's how it's going on, Niggas. June to June. I get it 'til it's gone, Niggas. From project bricks to porch and front lawn, Niggas. To Mas, to Dads, to every one of y'all, Niggas. Minnesota Beach, straight jumping off and your DJ got to play that song. "Put it on, would you?" New York City, I know it's been a long winter. This is the moment you've been waiting for all winter and all spring. Now the summer come. Ghetto flash, spending cash. Last bubbled up ghetto mass in a dance and they huddled up. Young ones in the mix. Lights down, doubled up. So beautiful, it's troublesome and when it's gone, you can't wait for another one. Say it, you remember. And then they come back like. Take me, take me to the jump-off. Summertime, summertime. Maybe we can fall in love. Take me, take me to the jump-off. Summertime, summertime. Maybe we can fall in love. Sun is shining. The weather is sweet. It make you want to move your dancing feet to the rescue. Want you to know, y'all, here I stand.