Summer In The City
[chorus: repeat 2x]
I am the king of the city, top down windows
Im puffin like diddy
Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty
[nelly]
Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo you will never have woman, yeah as long as Im 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 wit sons
Aint 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, go, go
Like jagged edge ieave ya more def than so so
Type of person continue short sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
You dont want just blow, blow
The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh
Its what they screamin from the back
Hey timber, is when I hit em wit the axe
Put ya gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele
[chorus] - 2x
Asked around you got a range
(boy I been had wheels)
Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(ya never knew me)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)
[keyuan]
Yo, when I rock vokal its either timbs or nikes
When I step in my prada ima rock the ice
When the tics do a show ima rock the mic
Born in new jack city like wesley snipes
Drive a ss m.c with racing stripes
Runinn two ps of l.g, flip it twice
Hang round with cats who bust and they dont 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
[murphy lee]
St. lunatics at the superbowl
Top row gettin super blowed
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we in the louis tho
Its two below hundred degrees
Im drivin about 103
With a s.t.l hat on
Top down holdin a blunt
You know Im smokin wit the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, beenie man you dont really want to
How come you, think you can
Im from the city where the muddy mississippi might
Sink you man
Im getting brains in the range
With the brains blown out
With tvs, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out
[chorus] - 2x
[big lee (ali)]
Its like a hot day in july
Just bangin when I fool guys
Its the credible, edible, federal when Im high
On the hills on the lane
64 chevy the brains
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
How you doin mama my name is lee
I be the fabulous m.c you heard of
St. lunatics word up
Im like ok, all the sun out
Ice down but I still pull a gun out
Feel that, bow down
Its real rap, verbally peelin cats off da map
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} its vietnam
You see it wrong, so ima gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who ima bone and take home
Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call big tone
Need some air max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a...
[chorus] - 2x
[cedric the entertainer]
Ya ready for this, its ced let-me-entertain-ya
Wassup, representing on wax
Talkin on record like p-diddy
Im just here hollaring for the kings of comedy
You know too sharp steve harvey, bernie b. mac
Keepin it on the d.l hugley
[chorus till end]
song performed by Nelly
Added by Lucian Velea
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