Story Behind The Song

Someone starts a beat. Somebody starts to write Somebody hums a melody and we're off. A few hours later - it's a song! Well we'll come back to it another day and finish it. We still haven't done that. We're sharing it anyway.

Song Description

You think you're just hanging out until you see that girl. The long description is in the song.

Lyrics

JON VERSE

Nothin seems to get the blood to bubble like the summer does it
And I don't need a gust of wind to smell the trouble common
Heard, "what it do cousin"
Too many mean mugging villains on the block about to pop
and nobody budgin
Thats when I seen her strutting
She was moving through the tension in the air
like she's daring me to do something
She said, "you thru fronting?
Cuz you can spend the evening with these hot headed haters
or this cool loving"
And I don't know if I can tell the difference
tween a deep infatuation and a heat induced dymentia
but I think you get the picture
I was smitten like the Samson of the scriptures
She aint even have to use the clippers
It was on
loving hotter that the chorus of the song
feel asleep dreamt of her and in the morning she was gone
say what??
Ran to ask the brothers if they knew that girl
Even the crew don't have a clue like Earl
These fucking hot times...

Casey and Mimi lyrics

Oh I said
hot times
oh summer in the city
all the ladies looking pretty
as they stroll by
I said
Hot times
Oh summer in the city
all the ladies looking pretty
But you caught my eye

hey pretty momma please forgive me bein honest but I never learned to tell no lie
you looking pretty as a picture hope you're looking for a mister but I sure wanna be your guy

And she said
Hey don't mind if you do boi
cause I been looking at you boi cause I been looking at you boi and I ain't never met a man to give me all that I demanded but I sure wanna see you try

now let me see you gotta mighty let me see about it
let this fever go to my head
cause I heard a bout a fella dreaming he met a cinderella
but he woke up all alone in his bed
Oh Lord these
Hot times
oh summer in the city
all the ladies looking pretty
as they stroll by
I said
Hot times
Oh summer in the city
all the ladies looking pretty
But you caught my eye

IAN VERSE

Los Angeles
Paradise to lost angelics
a relic of a jealous God
where it's hot as hell in the summer time
but heaven dwells on the boulevard line
so even in hard times
you walk on star-shine and it's divine
Rollin down the street making it grind
seekin them dollar signs
it's a wicked generation but it's mine
I'm a stay busy livin till i'm busy lyin locked
inside of a pine box
six feet under grime pops
six brooks'll give you sun spots
what the blood clot
kill bills by filling the illest spots
villainous syllable drops
lickin our chops
leaving the crowd like watts
-how do you do it?
can you count to two kid?
-yeah
well it don't stop.

Hot times - -