I am the king of the city
Top down windows up
Puffin like Ditty
Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin pretty
(Nelly)
Well if you run wit your niggas
Then I walk with my killas
You will never have a woman head as long as I'm the dealer
What you fella (uh)
You sure you want some
I run wit slum, cats play like they bums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby mamas wit sons
Ain't afraid to let you have it
If you trick with their loved ones
Oh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare)
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
My jagged edge will leave you my death is 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
Play Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the ax
Put your gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele
[Chorus-2x]
(Keyuan)
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 use to clam gangs (uh-huh)
(City Spud)
Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or Knight
When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice
When the Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
Drive a ss M. C with racing stripes
Fronted 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 the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes
Hoping everything gonna be aight
(Murphy Lee)
St. Lunatics at the super bowl
Top roll gettin super blow
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we hear the Louie 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-2x]
(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
Verbaly peel a cap as I stomp dem out
Toe shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom
It's Vietnam
You see it wrong
So I'ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on
Who I'm gone to take home
Ya might get jumped
Grab a cell call me tall
Need some Air Max 'cause dem boys
Bobbin like stone, and a...
[Chorus-2x]
(Cedric The Entertainer)
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, Burnie B. Mac, keepin
It on the D. L Hugley
[Chorus till end]
[Chorus-2x](Nelly) I am the king of the city Top down windows up Puffin like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin pretty (Nelly) Well if you run wit your niggas Then I walk with my killas You will never have a woman head as long as I'm the dealer What you fella (uh) You sure you want some I run wit slum, cats play like they bums Money in large sums, navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons Ain't afraid to let you have it If you trick with their loved ones Oh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare) You best get on your mark, get set, go, go My jagged edge will leave you my death is 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 Play Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the ax Put your gun away And you might live to see another day Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele [Chorus-2x] (Keyuan) 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 use to clam gangs (uh-huh) (City Spud) Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or Knight When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice When the Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a ss M. C with racing stripes Fronted 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 the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes Hoping everything gonna be aight (Murphy Lee) St. Lunatics at the super bowl Top roll gettin super blow Rams on the 24 second down two to go Now we hear the Louie 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-2x] (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 Verbaly peel a cap as I stomp dem out Toe shake 16 bars of earthquake If I do the whole song boom It's Vietnam You see it wrong So I'ma gone leave you alone Put my mind back on Who I'm gone to take home Ya might get jumped Grab a cell call me tall Need some Air Max 'cause dem boys Bobbin like stone, and a... [Chorus-2x] (Cedric The Entertainer) 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, Burnie B. Mac, keepin It on the D. L Hugley [Chorus till end] Explain Request ×
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