Summer in the City
St Lunatics Lyrics


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[Chorus: x2]
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 misses lookin' pretty

Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo you will never have a winning hand, 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 I leave 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 andale

[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 Nike's
When I step in my Prada I'm a rock the ice
When the 'Tics do a show I'm a rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
Runnin 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: x2]

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]

Overall Meaning

The song "Summer in the City" by St. Lunatics is a hip-hop track that talks about life and experiences from the city. The chorus of the song states that the singer is the king of the city, riding with the top down and puffing like Diddy. He asks to honk twice if someone's misses are looking pretty. The singer explains that if someone runs with their niggas, then he walks with his killers.


The lyrics describe how the singer is used to hustling and rolling the dice. He has sacrificed his life for publishing rights and hopes everything will be alright. The St. Lunatics rap about their experiences at the Superbowl, where they got super blown while watching the Rams play. They describe driving around the city with the top down, holding a blunt and smoking with the windows up. The lyrics also mention seeing a beautiful girl, and the St. Lunatics starting to flirt with her.


The song showcases the group's pride in their roots and their love for their hometown. The lyrics reflect on the various aspects of life in the city, including gangs, violence, drugs, and other social issues. The song represents a celebration of the city, its people, and their culture.


Line by Line Meaning

I am the king of the city, top down windows
I am the most powerful person in the city and I'm driving with the top down on my car.


I'm Puffin like Diddy
I am smoking marijuana like rapper P-Diddy.


Ridin' cause the haters face mad, team gritty
I'm driving around town to make my enemies jealous, with my team of tough guys.


Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty
If you see an attractive woman, let me know by honking your horn twice.


Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
If you are hanging out with your friends, I am with my violent associates.


Mo you will never have a winning hand, yeah as long as I'm the dealer
You will never come out ahead as long as I am in charge.


What you feelin' (uh) you sure you want some
Are you sure you want to get involved in this?


Brought my slums, cats play like rums
I brought my street gang, who are as rowdy as drums.


Money in large sums, navigators and guns
I have lots of money, fancy cars, and weapons.


Baby mamas wit sons
I have several ex-girlfriends who have children with me.


Ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
I'm not afraid to use violence if someone messes with my friends or family.


What I hear most is no, no
People often say no to me.


You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
You better hurry up and get ready to move quickly.


Like Jagged Edge I leave ya more Def than So So
I'm more talented and skilled than performers like Jagged Edge and So So Def.


Type of person continue short sit in the front row
I'm the kind of person who sits in the front row of a show, even if I'm short.


Get your hands out my pocket
Stop trying to steal from me.


You don't want just blow, blow
You don't just want to get hit, do you?


The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
The only thing I'm involved with more than women is making money.


They be like oh, oh It's what they screamin' from the back Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe
People are cheering for me from the back of the crowd, and when I perform, I am the best.


Put ya gun away And you might live to see another day Come in head, run and done, bustin' like andale
If you put your weapon down, you might have a better chance of surviving. I am quick to act and shoot if necessary.


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)
I heard you recently bought a fancy car, but I've had one for a long time. You think you have some money now, but my friends truly support me. I remember when you used to carry a gun and pretend to be part of a gang, but you never really knew me.


Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb's or Nike's When I step in my Prada I'm a rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show I'm a rock the mic
When I wear the clothing brand Vokal, I pair it with either Timberland boots or Nike shoes, and I wear jewelry when I wear Prada clothing. When the St. Lunatics perform, I am the main rapper.


Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes Runnin two P's of L.G, flip it twice
I was born in a tough city like Wesley Snipes' character in the movie "New Jack City," and I drive a fast car with racing stripes. I sell drugs and flip them for profit.


Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
I hang out with violent criminals who don't hesitate to kill, and once they shoot someone in the head, there's no coming back from it.


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
I used to make a living by illegally selling drugs and gambling. Now, I've put that life behind me to focus on making music and owning the rights to my work, hoping that everything will work out.


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
The St. Lunatics are at the Super Bowl, sitting in the top row and getting really drunk. The Rams team is losing and has a limited amount of time to make a comeback. I am driving fast with a St. Louis hat and a marijuana blunt, smoking with the windows up despite the heat.


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
I am a young man who is skilled in martial arts and spirituality. I am not someone to be messed with, even by someone like reggae artist Beenie Man. I'm from an area near the Mississippi river that can be dangerous. I'm having sex in my luxury SUV while the TV screens are showing and the car's features are on display.


It's like a hot day in July Just bangin when I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
It's a hot summer day, and I am only interested in having sex with women. I am charismatic and attractive to them, and I feel powerful when I'm under the influence of drugs.


On the hills on the lane 64 Chevy the brains Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
I am driving on a hilly road in a Chevrolet car that has impressive speed and power. The engine has been modified and is covered in stylish materials.


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
I introduce myself to a woman named Lee and tell her that I am a famous rapper. I am confident and ready to perform. If I start rapping, it will be so powerful that it will create an earthquake. If I perform the entire song, it will be like the Vietnam War. I decide to focus on finding a woman to have sex with, calling my friend Big Tone for advice. I also need some Air Max shoes because my friends are dancing too much.


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
I'm here to entertain you on this record, representing my group. I'm talking on it like P-Diddy does. I'm a fan of The Kings of Comedy, particularly their funny members, Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac, and D.L Hugley.




Lyrics Β© BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN SEBASTIAN, MARK SEBASTIAN, STEVE BOONE

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[Hook: Nelly]
(x2)
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 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
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
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 'cuz them boys bobbin' like stone, and uh...

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Nelly]
Ah uh...



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@adnanojd

Underrated 2001 summer banger, 2023 and still banging βœŠπŸΎπŸ’―

@3thingsfishing427

St. Lunatics Free City super underrated album.

@ianwyndham7806

Facts!πŸ’―

@jamesgreen125

I asked for it as a 15 b day present.

@DonnieHardenJr

Super underrated and the skits are HILARIOUS. Have you ever seen the footage of them writing and recording the album? They recorded this at Electric Lady Studio in 2000/2001, Jimi Hendrix's custom studio he had built right before died.

@Tr33Tr331

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@DFRNTVIEWSTV

Yes

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@crsandoval

This is still one of the Top Albums of all time...

@ericMsmith1000

I agree,,,

@madtrain556

This song had the whole St Louis on fire.

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