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    "Summer In The City" Lyrics

    St. Lunatics

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    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I am the king of the city, top down windows
    I'm 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 a winnin hand, as long as I'm the dealer
    What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some
    Brought my slums, cats play like they bums
    got Money in large sums, navigators and guns
    Baby mamas wit 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, go, go
    Like Jagged Edge Ieave ya more Deffer than So So
    Type of person 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 wit 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 ya gun away
    And you might live to see another day
    I'm commin hey, runnin gunnin, bustin like andele

    [Chorus - 2X]

    so now you got a Range
    (boy I been had wheels)
    Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
    (yeah my dirties love me too)
    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 Timb's or Nikes
    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 SS M.C with racing stripes
    Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice
    Hang round 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

    [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 Louie tho
    It's two below hundred degrees
    I'm drivin about 103
    With a S.T.L hat on
    Top down holdin a blunt
    You know I'm smokin wit the windows up
    I be the young dude
    Chief with 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 TV's, the wood grain and them thangs chromed out

    [Chorus - 2X]

    [Big Lee (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
    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
    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 when i stomp da map
    Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
    If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} 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, 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, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya
    Wassup, representing on wax
    Talkin on record like P-Diddy
    I'm 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]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian, Steve Boone.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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