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St. Lunatics

Free City *

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Текст песни St. Lunatics - Free City *

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* appears on "Original Kings of Comedy" AND "Osmosis Jones" soundtrack[Chorus: repeat 2X]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[Nelly]Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killasMo` you will never have a winning hand as long as I`m the dealerWhat you feelin (uh) you sure you want someBrought my slums, cats play like rumsMoney in large sums, navigators and gunsBaby mamas wit sonsAin`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, goLike Jagged Edge I leave ya more Def than So Sotype of person to come to your show and sit in the front rowGet your hands out my pocketYou don`t want just blow, blowThe only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe They be like oh, ohIt`s what they screamin from the backHey timber, is when I hit `em wit the axePut ya gun awayAnd you might live to see another dayCome in head, run and done, bustin like andele[Chorus] - 2XAnd so now 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 I never knew you)Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)[Kyjuan]Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb`s or Nikes When I step in my Prada I`ma rock the iceWhen the `Tics do a show I`ma rock the micBorn in "New Jack City" like Wesley SnipesDrive a SS M.C with racing stripesRuninn two P`s of L.G, flip it twiceHang round with cats who bust and they don`t think twiceNothing but dome shots no coming back twiceAll I knew was hustling and rolling the diceScraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men RiceNow I sacrificed my life for publishing rightsHoping everything gonna be aight[Murphy Lee]St. Lunatics at the SuperbowlTop row gettin super blowedRams on the 24 second down two to goNow we in the Louis thoIt`s two below hundred degreesI`m drivin about 103With a S.T.L hat onTop down holdin a bluntYou know I`m smokin wit the windows upI be the young dudeChief into kung-fu, with sun-doCome through, Beenie Man you don`t really want toHow come you, think you can I`m from the city where the muddy Mississippi mightsink you manI`m getting brains in the RangeWith the brains blown outWith TV`s, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out[Chorus] - 2X[Big Lee (Ali)]It`s like a hot day in JulyJust bangin when I fool guysIt`s the credible, edible, federal when I`m highOn the hills on the lane64 Chevy the brainsBlown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chromeHow you doin mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard ofSt. Lunatics word upI`m like "OK", all the sun outIce down but I still pull a gun outFeel that, bow downIt`s real rap, verbally peelin cats as I stomp them outTurf shake 16 bars of earthquakeIf I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it`s VietnamYou see it wrong, so I`ma gone leave you alonePut my mind back on, who I`ma bone and take home Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone

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