and on When will the happy summer come I'm thinking and thinking of days in the sun Thinking just makes me glad Thinking and thinking of days in the sun
Översättning: No Fun At All. Dagar i solen.
back in old l.a. When everybody drove a Chevrolet What ever happened to the boy next door The sun tanned crew cut all-American male Remember dancing at
a sweat and I haven't had to run for the list of one-thousand -and-one that does plague me on some days when the sun rays don't come Parking Inspector
cold The days of Old Chicage and Fun Town and shorties we run round Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all
I turn to you, you smiled at me How could we say no? With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had Oh, the songs to sing, when we at
done that can block the sun From you shining all day You mine all day Where you at baby are you comin (Lay down) So sexy i want you (Right now) Look at
the dollar Hope for the best and you'll see, your world will be solid I'ma teach you the truth, even behind worldly logic, this is life Cut and dry, days
maintain a force field I use it in a time of need when it's hazzardest As it is said Be defensive at all time for instance As soon as I'm elevated out
I'm feeling good, feeling all right tonight I'm feeling good now, it's all good in the neighborhood homes Lil Rob, I feel good, I feel all right Cruising
Oh, no Here comes that sun again That means another day Without you my friend And it hurts me To look into the mirror at myself And it hurts even more
I would not fail. We started on at the streak of dawn, but, God, he looked ghastly pale! He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home
with swiftness in the dark there aint no stoppin once a nigga start it aint nothin new,up under the sun for days and days under the
lucky if you get two in one Sure, what we do is fun And I love how you use your tounge But baby this what I do for fun One night, you can choose
I could take myself Through all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster O.G.'s hoopin' at the school
and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At
a strategy and catch them when the rent is late And all the other bills are overdue After all this is the neighborly way No more music, no more fun
