Summer in the City

[Hook: Nelly]
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty

[Verse 1: Nelly]
Well, if you run with your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo' you will never have a winning hand 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 with 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 and go, go
Like Jagged Edge, I leave ya more Def than So So
Type of person to come to your show and sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket, you don't want just blow-blow
The only bird I get with 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 your gun away and you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin' like Andele

[Hook: Nelly]
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty

[Bridge: Kyjuan & Murphy Lee]
And so now you got a Range?
(Boy, I been had wheels)
Ayo, you think you gotta little change
(Yeah, my dirties, they love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(Yeah, I never knew you)
Yeah, used to claim gangs (uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
Yo, when I rock Vo-Cal, its either Timb's or Nike's
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 S.S. M.C. with racing stripes
Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice
Hang around 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

[Verse 3: Kyjuan]
St. Lunatics at the Super Bowl, top row gettin' super blown
Rams on the twenty-four, second down, two to go
Now we in the Louis though, It's two below hundred degrees
I'm drivin' about a hundred and three
With a STL hat on, top down holdin' a blunt
You know I'm smokin' with 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 TVs
The wood grain and them thangs rolled out

[Hook: Nelly]
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty

[Verse 4: 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, sixty-four 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 as I stomp them out
Turf shake sixteen bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song, boom, 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, getcha own, grab a cell, call Big Tone
Need some Air Max 'cause them boys bobbin' like stone, and, uh

[Hook: Nelly]
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty

[Instrumental Break]

[Hook: Nelly]
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin' pretty