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Weather feat. Forgetful Jones

from Red All Over by Nolto & Factor

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Weather

Hurry up Pat, get in the car. We're headed to the lake, where the half naked ladies are. Line em up and finger pick em like we play guitar. Play them chicks, like Hendrix, we're rockstars. Turn on that A.C. and away we go. Man, that shit doesn't work just like the radio. But we got the boombox, though I think it's out of batteries. Yo man, I got some did you thought I'd forget? It takes D's right? Yeah, that would help with the deck. But how you gonna play that mixtapes of melted cassettes? I've never felt this upset. What the fuck is a road trip, without the beats? I got that handled. Oh shit! Let's light the joints, cause the sun's explosive. In the summertime, we listen to Young Joseph with the top down! Can't stop now. Smoking like it's illegal, but no cops around. Rollin on a double lane highway. Woah, I think we missed our turn, what did that sign say? Just said slower traffic to the right lane. We should hurry, get the tents set up in case it might rain. Tents? Yo, we're sleepin under the stars. And if it rains? well we're sleepin in the car.

Sittin by the lakeside, summertime's when the sun'll shine.
Sippin beers, gettin baked right. Summertime's what comes to mind.

We got the fire started and we're roastin veggie dogs. We'll keep the fire goin all night we got plenty logs. Let's do henny shots. How bout YaggerBombs? Ain't no hundred meter dash, yo this is a marathon. Well then let's carry on, like airplane luggage. This beer's been sittin in the sun and they're sayin "Chug it". Where's Chaps now? Is he already passed out? The human knife's battlin everybody in the campground. "Nobody's safe", showin off to the hotties. Jumpin off the dock, like "Watch me mommy". Yo, I make my splashes, for the fine asses. Yeah, they're cute, but they're walking right passed us to the dumbassess, with the sunglasses, on the tops of the hats, worn backwards. Those wack herbs, those bastards, and we're tryin to steal their women. Swimmin, livin like today's the only day that we've been givin. Sittin, soaking up the sun and I'm about to get sun stroke. You ain't the only one, but it ain't like the fun's broke. Come smoke under the umbrella, grab a lawn chair. I'm already there. Put your feet up. and it's on player.

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from Red All Over, released September 9, 2004

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Nolto is a rapper, songwriter, lawyer, husband and father. He's also very uncool and dislikes most everything.

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