Summer in the City
St. Lunatics Lyrics

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