Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it   Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked   Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars   It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars   And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had   A water balloon fight that lasted until the night   Then after that we played some "hide and go get it"   With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it   All in fun and games and keeping it cool   But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by   Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec   And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah   But I regret not the whoopings I got   Cause to be able to play the next day was okay   On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees   Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze      Summer breeze, flowing like the wind   Boy you need to know that you got a friend   It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x)      Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18   And the only thing I know is to stay clean   T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless   I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass   A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and   Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen   Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you   My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque   Before I finish my whole sentence complete   She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat   And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store   To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more   And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking   The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill   But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze   But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze      Summer breeze, flowing like the wind   Boy you need to know that you got a friend   It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x)      Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when   We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines   Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim   Now I hang around and watch the tides come in   And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to   Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into   And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne   Who's been locked up since '87, '88   And it really ain't nothing fly about it   So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it"   And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right   I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night   And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think   That could be me dead or locked away in the clink   So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees   And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze      Summer breeze, flowing like the wind   Boy you need to know that you got a friend   It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade)