Nelly - Summer In The City Lyrics
[chorus: repeat 2x]I am the king of the city, top down windowsIm puffin like diddyRidin cause the haters face mad, team grittyHonk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty[nelly]Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killasMo you will never have woman, yeah as long as Im the dealerWhat you feelin (uh) you sure you want someBrought my slums, cats play like rumsMoney in large sums, navigators and gunsBaby mamas wit sonsAint afraid to let you have itIf you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)What I hear most is no, noYou best get on your mark, get set, go, goLike jagged edge ieave ya more def than so soType of person continue short sit in the front rowGet your hands out my pocketYou dont want just blow, blowThe only bird I get wit more is the doe-doeThey be like oh, ohIts what they screamin from the backHey timber, is when I hit em wit the axePut ya gun awayAnd you might live to see another dayCome in head, run and done, bustin like andele[chorus] - 2xAsked 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 nikesWhen I step in my prada ima rock the iceWhen the tics do a show ima rock the micBorn in new jack city like wesley snipesDrive a ss m.c with racing stripesRuninn two ps of l.g, flip it twiceHang round with cats who bust and they dont think twiceNothing but dome shots no coming back twiceAll I knew was hustling and rolling the diceScraping up dimes for whole-orders of china men riceNow I sacrificed my life for publishing rightsHoping everything gonna be aight[murphy lee]St. lunatics at the superbowlTop row gettin super blowedRams on the 24 second down two to goNow we in the louis thoIts two below hundred degreesIm drivin about 103With a s.t.l hat onTop down holdin a bluntYou know Im smokin wit the windows upI be the young dudeChief into kung-fu, with sun-doCome through, beenie man you dont really want toHow come you, think you canIm from the city where the muddy mississippi mightSink you manIm getting brains in the rangeWith the brains blown outWith tvs, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out[chorus] - 2x[big lee (ali)]Its like a hot day in julyJust bangin when I fool guysIts the credible, edible, federal when Im highOn the hills on the lane64 chevy the brainsBlown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chromeHow you doin mama my name is leeI be the fabulous m.c you heard ofSt. lunatics word upIm like ok, all the sun outIce down but I still pull a gun outFeel that, bow downIts real rap, verbally peelin cats off da mapTurf shake 16 bars of earthquakeIf I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} its vietnamYou see it wrong, so ima gone leave you alonePut my mind back on, who ima bone and take homeGot mine, get cha own - grab a cell call big toneNeed 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-yaWassup, representing on waxTalkin on record like p-diddyIm just here hollaring for the kings of comedyYou know too sharp steve harvey, bernie b. macKeepin it on the d.l hugley[chorus till end]
