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St Lunatics - Summer In The City

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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
  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)
  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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