Kid Rock - Summer in the City lyrics

[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 n***as, then I walk with my k**as 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 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...