Song: Summer In The City ~~ 2001 ~~ 4:35
Artist: St. Lunatics
LP/CD: Free City ~~ Universal ~~ 2001
Composers: S. Boone~J. Sebastian~M. Sebastian

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

Well, if you run with your n****s, then I walk with my killers
Moe, you will never have a winnin’ hand as long as I’m the dealer
What you feel, you sure you want some, I brought my slums
Cats play like they bums, have money in large sums
And Navigators and guns, baby mamas with sons
Ain’t afraid to let you have it, they trip with they loved ones
What I hear most is no, no
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
Like Jagged Edge I leave you more def than So So
Type of person come to your show and sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket, you know what, let’s just blow, blow
The only bird I get with more is the do’ do’
They like, “Uh, oh” is what they screamin’ from the back
Play a timber, instead I hit ‘em with a axe
Put your gun away and you might live to see another day
Comin’ here, run and done, bustin’ like andele

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

And so now you got a Range (Moe been had wheels)
Hey, yo’, 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)
Hey, yo’ you used to claim games (Uh-huh)

Yo’, when I rock local it’s either Timbs or Nikes
When I stomp 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 MC with racin’ stripes
Runinn’ two Ps of LG, flip it twice
Hang around with cats who bust, man, they don’t think twice
Nothin’ but dome shots, no comin’ back twice
All I knew was hustlin’ and rolling the dice
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights
Hopin’ everything will be a’ight

St. Lunatics at the Superbowl
Top row, gettin’ super blowed
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we in the Louis, though
It’s two below a hundred degrees
Still drivin’ about 103
With a STL hat on, top down holdin’ a blunt
You know I’m a smoker with the windows up
I be the young dude, chief into Kung-fu with Sun-do
Come through being that 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 gettin’ brains in the Range with the brains blown out
The TVs, the wood grain, them thangs chromed out

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their 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’ ma, my name is Lee, I be the fabulous MC you heard of
St. Lunatics, word up
I’m like “Okay” all the sun out
Iced out, 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 (Boom) it’s Vietnam
You see it wrong, so I’mma go and leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I’mma b*** and take home
Got mine, get your own, grab a cell, call Big Tone
Need some Air Max ‘cause them boys bobbin’ like stones and

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

I am the king of this city
Top down, windows up, puffin’ like Diddy
Ridin’ passed, the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if their misses lookin’ pretty

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: November 4, 2001