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ST. LUNATICS Miscellaneous Summer In The City"(feat. Nelly [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 woman, yeah 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 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 Def than So So Type of person continue short 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 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 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 Louis 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 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 TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled 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 cats off 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] |
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