Summer in the City

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St. Lunatics - Rap, Pop Rap

Summer in the City

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Duration: 4:35

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[Hook: Nelly] I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty [Verse 1: Nelly] Well, if you run with your niggas, then I walk with my killas Mo' you will never have a winning hand as long as I'm the dealer What you feelin'? (uh) You sure you want some? Brought my slums, cats play like rums Money in large sums, navigators and guns Baby mamas with sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare) What I hear most is no, no You best get on your mark, get set and go, go Like Jagged Edge, I leave ya more Def than So So Type of person to come to your show and sit in the front row Get your hands out my pocket, you don't want just blow-blow The only bird I get with more is the doe-doe They be like "oh, oh" It's what they screamin' from the back Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe Put your gun away and you might live to see another day Come in head, run and done, bustin' like Andele [Hook: Nelly] I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty [Bridge: Kyjuan & Murphy Lee] And so now you got a Range? (Boy, I been had wheels) Ayo, you think you gotta little change (Yeah, my dirties, they love me truly) I remember you use to shoot that thang (Yeah, I never knew you) Yeah, used to claim gangs (uh-huh) [Verse 2: Kyjuan] Yo, when I rock Vo-Cal, its either Timb's or Nike's When I step in my Prada, I'ma rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in New Jack City like Wesley Snipes Drive a S.S. M.C. with racing stripes Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice Hang around with cats who bust and they don't think twice Nothing but dome shots, no coming back twice All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice Scraping up dimes for whole orders of China Men Rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights Hoping everything gonna be 'aight [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] St. Lunatics at the Super Bowl, top row gettin' super blown Rams on the twenty-four, second down, two to go Now we in the Louis though, It's two below hundred degrees I'm drivin' about a hundred and three With a STL hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin' with the windows up I be the young dude, chief into kung-fu with sun-do Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to How come you, think you can? I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi Might sink you, man, I'm getting brains in the Range With the brains blown out with TVs The wood grain and them thangs rolled out [Hook: Nelly] I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty [Verse 4: Ali] It's like a hot day in July, just bangin' when I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high On the hills on the lane, sixty-four Chevy the brains Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome How you doin', mama? My name is Lee, I be the fabulous MC you heard of St. Lunatics, word up, I'm like "OK, all the sun out" Ice down but I still pull a gun out, feel that, bow down It's real rap, verbally peelin' cats as I stomp them out Turf shake sixteen bars of earthquake If I do the whole song, boom, it's Vietnam You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone and take home Got mine, getcha own, grab a cell, call Big Tone Need some Air Max 'cause them boys bobbin' like stone, and, uh [Hook: Nelly] I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty [Instrumental Break] [Hook: Nelly] I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty

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Credits

Writers
  • Murphy Lee
  • Kyjuan
  • Ali (St. Lunatics)
  • Nelly
  • Mark Sebastian
  • John Sebastian
  • Steve Boone