According to Songfacts, after City Spud was released in 2009, he reunited with Nelly and the St. Lunatics to record their second album entitled City Free.
Summer In The City
St. Lunatics Lyrics
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Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the misses lookin' pretty
I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Well, if you run wit' 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 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 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 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
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 misses 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 misses lookin' pretty
And so now you got a Range?
(boy I been had wheels)
Aiyo, you think you gotta little change
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(ya I never knew you)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)
Yo, when I rock Vokal, its either Timb's or Nike's
When I step in my Prada I'mma rock the ice
When the 'Tics do a show I'mma 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 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
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 TVs, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out
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 misses lookin' pretty
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 as I stomp them out
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song, boom! It's Vietnam
You see it wrong, so I'mma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I'mma 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
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 misses 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 misses lookin' pretty
Ah uh
In the song "Summer In The City" by St. Lunatics, the singer declares himself the king of the city, cruising around with the top down and "puffin' like Diddy." He boasts of his crew of killers and slums, mingling with baby mamas with sons, and being unafraid to take on anyone who threatens him or his loved ones. He challenges his opponents to step up and take on the king but warns that they better be ready for the fight. The song also describes the group's experiences at the Superbowl and cruising around in their cars, smoking blunts and taking in the sights of the city.
The lyrics of "Summer In The City" are a celebration of the St. Lunatics' hometown of St. Louis, Missouri. The song describes the hot summer days and the camaraderie of spending time with friends and family in the city. The lyrics also allude to the city's gang culture and the harsh realities of life in certain neighborhoods. Overall, the song is an ode to the group's loyalty to their city, their friends, and their culture.
Line by Line Meaning
I am the king of this city
I am the one in control of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin' like Diddy
I am driving with the top of my car down and the windows up, smoking like Diddy
Ridin' cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
I am driving around to make the haters angry, making them grind their teeth
Honk your horn twice if the misses lookin' pretty
If you see an attractive woman, honk your horn twice
Well, if you run wit' your niggas, then I walk with my killas
If you hang out with your friends, I hang out with my violent acquaintances
Mo' you will never have a winning hand as long as I'm the dealer
You will never win as long as I am in control
What you feelin'? (uh) You sure you want some?
What are you thinking? Are you sure you want to challenge me?
Brought my slums, cats play like rums
I brought my violent neighborhood, my acquaintances act like they are ready for a fight
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
I have a lot of money, expensive cars, and weapons
Baby mamas wit' sons
Women who have children with me
Ain't afraid to let you have it
They are not afraid to get violent with you
If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
If you mess with their family, you will end up hurting three times worse
What I hear most is no, no
I am often told 'no'
You best get on your mark, get set and go, go
You better prepare yourself
Like Jagged Edge I leave ya more Def than So So
Just like Jagged Edge, I leave you more impacted than you were before
Type of person to come to your show and sit in the front row
I am the type of person who go to your show and sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
Don't try to rob me
You don't want just blow, blow
You don't want just a punch
The only bird I get wit' more is the doe-doe
The only thing I deal with more than women is cash
They be like oh, oh
They show excitement
It's what they screamin' from the back
They are shouting from the back seats of the car
Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe
The moment I punch them with all my might is called 'timber'
Put ya gun away
Stop threatening me with your firearm
And you might live to see another day
You could live through this situation
Come in head, run and done, bustin' like Andele
I come at full force and finish everything quickly, firing like Andele
And so now you got a Range?
So you have a Range Rover now?
(boy I been had wheels)
(I have had expensive cars for a long time)
Aiyo, you think you gotta little change
You think you have some money?
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
(yes, my friends love me)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
I remember when you used to carry a gun
(ya I never knew you)
(I never really knew you)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)
You used to claim that you were part of a gang
When I rock Vokal, its either Timb's or Nike's
When I wear Vokal clothing, I either wear Timberland or Nike shoes
When I step in my Prada I'mma rock the ice
When I wear my Prada clothing, I will also wear expensive jewelry
When the 'Tics do a show I'mma rock the mic
When we perform on stage, I will lead the way
Born in 'New Jack City' like Wesley Snipes
I was born in a place known for its crime, like Wesley Snipes' movie 'New Jack City'
Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
I drive a fancy car with racing stripes
Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice
I am running two pounds of Louis Garneau (drugs) and flipping it twice
Hang around with cats who bust and they don't think twice
I hang out with people who are violent and don't hesitate to take action
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
I only shoot people in the head, they won't come back to life
All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice
All I knew was making money and taking risks
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice
I had to save every penny to afford big orders of Chinese food
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights
Now I am dedicating my life to making music and the profits from it
Hoping everything gonna be 'aight
I hope everything is going to be okay
St. Lunatics at the Superbowl
We, the St. Lunatics, are at the Superbowl
Top row gettin' super blowed
We are getting extremely high on the top row
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
The Rams are on their last play, they need to score
Now we in the Louis tho'
Now we are in a fancy place
It's two below hundred degrees
It is extremely hot outside
I'm drivin about 103
I am driving at about 103 miles per hour
With a S.T.L hat on
I am wearing an S.T.L. hat
Top down holdin' a blunt
I have the top of my car down and I am holding a marijuana cigar
You know I'm smokin' wit' the windows up
I am smoking marijuana with the car windows up
I be the young dude
I am the younger guy
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
I am a master in martial arts, specifically traditional Korean martial arts
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
I am coming through, Beenie Man, you don't want to challenge me
How come you, think you can
Why do you think you can do something about it?
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might sink you, man
I am from the city where the dirty Mississippi River can cause your death
I'm getting brains in the Range
I am receiving oral sex in the Range Rover
With the brains blown out
With my mind blown with pleasure
With TVs, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out
With the TVs on, the wooden interior of the car showing off, and the roof down
It's like a hot day in July
It's extremely hot outside
Just bangin' when I fool guys
I am just having fun and playing around with people
It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
I am trustworthy, pleasant to be around, and well-mannered when I'm high
On the hills on the lane
I am on the hills on the side of the road
64 Chevy the brains
I have a 1964 Chevrolet car
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
I have installed car audio, exhaust modifications, interior decorations, and chrome rims
How you doin' mama? My name is Lee
Hello, how are you? My name is Lee
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
I am the great master of ceremonies you have heard of
St. Lunatics word up
I, who am part of the group called St. Lunatics, am greeting you
I'm like 'OK', all the sun out
I am doing okay, the sun is out
Ice down but I still pull a gun out
Even though I am wearing ice (bling), I am still able to pull out a gun
Feel that, bow down
Experience that feeling and submit to me
It's real rap, verbally peelin' cats as I stomp them out
This is real hip-hop, I am insulting people in my rhymes
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
My rhymes are causing an earthquake on the streets
If I do the whole song, boom! It's Vietnam
If I rap the whole song, it is going to be like a warzone
You see it wrong, so I'mma gone leave you alone
Since you see it wrong, I'm going to just leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I'mma bone and take home
Let me refocus on whom I'm going to sleep with
Got mine, getcha own, grab a cell call Big Tone
I got what I wanted, you should get your own. Call Big Tone later
Need some Air Max 'cause them boys bobbin' like stone, and uh
I need some Air Max shoes because the guys are nodding off like they're high on drugs
Ah uh
Just an expression of agreement
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Cornell Haynes, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Ali K. Jones, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
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