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ST. LOUIE
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ST. LOUIE,
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(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jettin off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot
In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
Now tell me boys have ya seen her
Have you seen her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas believas
Hop out the two seater, in a Vokal wife beater
Levi's fresh from the cleaners
Heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield
Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a black Sedan Deville
I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper
A non-stopper, around the clock-a
Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh
Chorus
Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin
Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin
Wake up man and start blowin
Gotta get those juices flowin
Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time
For you cats that just ain't knowin
Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
In the hole with me Fetty and Leezy gettin swoll
Grabbin the Optimo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows, that's usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swingin through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
The one who's gettin where he at and he showed you who was the boss
I'm like a human hot sauce
Thinkin I'll burn your thoughts
Your information was false
I'll show you just what it costs
In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I
No one could do it better, hey
Chorus
Now in the middle we keep it crunk and jiggy
Love 'Pac and Biggie
The way that you love your sticky
Call Louie he have you pissy
Mix with hen and crissy
Bumpin Tim and Missy
With Slim he used to diss me
In the red Expedishy
Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Can't even be a house guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it rough
Now call me snoopy
Wouldn't have me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a coupie
In front of utopia, I'm hopin ya
Come down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya
And when the heat come down
Get ghostin ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust
Don't be provokin us
It ain't no joke in us
Just the North, South, East, West coast, and us
Chorus repeat until end (with talking)
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(Chorus: repeat 2X) Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jettin off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin lot A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it Now tell me boys have ya seen her Have you seen her, nine millimeter Makin niggas believas Hop out the two seater, in a Vokal wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners Heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a black Sedan Deville I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper A non-stopper, around the clock-a Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh Chorus Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices flowin Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time For you cats that just ain't knowin Hey, you can find me in St. Louie In the hole with me Fetty and Leezy gettin swoll Grabbin the Optimo, sharpin up my flow Practicin for my shows, that's usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swingin through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost The one who's gettin where he at and he showed you who was the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinkin I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I No one could do it better, hey Chorus Now in the middle we keep it crunk and jiggy Love 'Pac and Biggie The way that you love your sticky Call Louie he have you pissy Mix with hen and crissy Bumpin Tim and Missy With Slim he used to diss me In the red Expedishy Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though Can't even be a house guest Kato I'm a dog I said it rough Now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie Now you see me in a coupie In front of utopia, I'm hopin ya Come down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya And when the heat come down Get ghostin ya (god bless us) Loax with us, just how he jokes with us My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust Don't be provokin us It ain't no joke in us Just the North, South, East, West coast, and us Chorus repeat until end (with talking)
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