Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Summer In The City

 
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 (x2) (chorus)  
 
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 x2]  
 
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 
 
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]  
 
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 x2]  
 
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 until end] 
 

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Fuck It Then
Gettin` It Started
Groovin` Tonight
High Mother Goose Gone Mad (unreleased)
Hot in herre
In The Store (Feat. Cedric The Entertain
Jang A Lang
Let Me In Now
Midwest Swing
Nellyville
Oh Nelly
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On The Grind
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S.t.l.
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