Summer In The City Lyrics

[Chorus-2x](Nelly)I am the king of the cityTop down windows upPuffin like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team grittyHonk your horn twice if your misses lookin pretty(Nelly)Well if you run wit your niggasThen I walk with my killasYou will never have a woman head as long as I'm the dealerWhat you fella (uh)You sure you want someI run wit slum, cats play like they bumsMoney in large sums, navigators and gunsBaby mamas wit sonsAin't afraid to let you have it if you trick with their loved onesOh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare)You best get on your mark, get set, go, goMy jagged edge will leave you my death is so, soType of person continue short sit in the front rowGet your hands out my pocketYou don't want just blow, blowThe only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe They be like oh, ohIt's what they screamin from the backPlay Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the axPut your gun awayAnd you might live to see another dayCome in head, run and done, bustin like andele[Chorus-2x](Keyuan)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 use to clam gangs (uh-huh)(City Spud)Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or KnightWhen I step in my Prada I'ma rock the iceWhen the Tics do a show I'ma rock the micBorn in "New Jack City" like Wesley SnipesDrive a SS M.C with racing stripesFronted two P's of L.G, flip it twiceHang 'round with cats who bust and they don't think twiceNothing but dome shots no coming back twiceAll I knew was hustling and rolling the diceScraping the dimes for whole orders of china-men riceNow I sacrificed my life for publishing writesHoping everything gonna be aight(Murphy Lee)St. Lunatics at the super bowlTop roll gettin super blowRams on the 24 second down two to goNow we hear the Louie thoIt's two below hundred degreesI'm drivin about 103With a S.T.L hat onTop down holdin a bluntYou know I'm smokin wit the windows upI be the young dudeChief into kung-fu, with sun-doCome through, Beenie Man you don't really want toHow come you, think you can I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi mightsink you manI'm getting brains in the RangeWith the brains blown outWith TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out[Chorus-2x](Ali)It's like a hot day in JulyJust bangin when I fool guysIt's the credible, edible, federal when I'm highOn the hills on the lane64 Chevy the brainsBlown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chromeHow you doin mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard ofSt. Lunatics word upI'm like "OK", all the sun outIce down but I still pull a gun outFeel that, bow downIt's real rapVerbaly peel a cap as I stomp dem outToe shake 16 bars of earthquakeIf I do the whole song boomit's VietnamYou see it wrongSo I'ma gone leave you alonePut my mind back onWho I'm gone to take homeYa might get jumpedGrab a cell call me tallNeed 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-yaWassup, representing on wax Talkin on record like P-Diddy I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of ComedyYou know too sharp Steve Harvey, Burnie B. Mac, keepinit on the D.L Hugley[Chorus till end]