Summertime
-W. Smith-A. Taylor-R. Mickens-K. Fingers and others-
Performed by Will Smith


Summer, summer, summertime...and to sit back and unwind...

Here it is, a groove slightly transformed.
Just a bit of a break from the norm.
Just a little somethin' to break the monotony,
of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
a little bit out of control.
It's cool to dance but what about the groove that soothes to move romance...
Give me a soft subtle mix...
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it.
And think of the summers of the past.
Adjust the base and let the Alpine blast.
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme,
and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime!

Chorus

School is out and it's a sort of a buzz.
But back then I didn't really know what it was.
But now I see what have of this...
The way that people respond to summer madness.
The weather is hot and girls are dressing less,
and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best!
Riding around in your jeep or your Benzo's.
Or in your Nissan, sitting on Lorenzos.
Back in Philly we be out in the park.
A place called "the Plateau" is where everybody goes.
Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise.
Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes.
She turn around to see what you beepin' at.
It's like the summers a natural aphrodisiac.
And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme,
to hip you and equip you, quick, for the summertime.

Chorus

It's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet.
Hustle to the mall to get me a shorts set.
Yeah, I got on sneaks but I need a new pair,
'cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there...
The temperature's about 88.
Hop in the water plug just for old times sake.
Break to ya crib change your clothes once more, 
'cause you're invited to a barbecue that's starting at 4.
Sittin' with your friends as y'all reminisce...
about the days growing up and the first person you kiss.
And as I think back makes me wonder how 
the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia!
All the kids playing out front.
Little boys messin' round and the girls playing double-dutch.
While the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion.
Then six o'clock rolls around...
You just finished wipin' your car down.
It's time to cruise, so you go to the "summertime hangout".
It looks like a car show.
Everybody come lookin real fine.
Fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon.
Every moment frontin' and maxin'.
Jivin' in the car they spent all day waxin'.
Leanin' to the side but you can't speed through.
Two miles an hour so everybody sees you.
There's an air of love and of happiness,
and this is the Fresh Prince's new definition of summer madness.

Chorus to fade