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Summer In the City - Three Dog Night



     
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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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies lookin' pretty
Well, if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo you will never have a woman, yeah as long as I'm the dealer
What you feelin', sure you want some
I brought my slums, cats play like rums
And money in large sums and 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 and no no
You best get on your mark, get set and go go
Like Jagged Edge 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
[Incomprehensible] 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 and bustin' like Adele
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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies lookin' pretty
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
And ya used to claim gangs, uh-huh
Yo, when I rock Vokal, it's either Timb's or Nikes
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
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 Super bowl, 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, Beanie 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 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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies 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' mama, my name is Lee
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
St. Lunatics, word up, I'm like "Okay," 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, it's Vietnam
You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone to 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 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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies lookin' pretty
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 missies lookin' pretty

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Three Dog Night is an American rock band from Los Angeles, California best known for their music from 1968 to 1975, during which time they achieved twenty-one consecutive Billboard Top 40 Hits and 12 consecutive Gold Albums. Three Dog Night are still active in 2012, touring and recording 43 years after their first album was released. The first of the band's 7 million-selling singles was One in 1969. They scored three number one singles: Mama Told Me (Not To Come), Joy To The World and Black And White.

The original lineup included three lead vocalists — Danny Hutton, Chuck Negron, and Cory Wells — along with Michael Allsup on guitar, Jimmy Greenspoon on keyboards Floyd Sneed on drums and Joe Schermie (from the Cory Wells Blues Band) on bass.

Three Dog Night recorded some tracks with Beach Boys producer, composer, vocalist, and instrumentalist Brian Wilson before signing with Dunhill Records and at the time went under the name Redwood. The band changed their name based on an article describing how Australian Aborigines slept with their dogs for warmth on cold nights, the coldest being a "three-dog night."



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