| Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie
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| Where the gun play ring all day (nanana)
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| Some got jobs and some sell yay'
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| Others just smoke and fuck all day
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| I’m from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
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| Jetting off with Brian Cox, I’ll see you later
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| Maybe not 'cause I got something hot
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| In the Navigata, waiting in the parking lot
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| A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
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| I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
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| Now tell me boys have you seen her?
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| Have you seen her, nine millimeter
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| Making niggas believers
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| Hop out the two seater, now vocal wife beater
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| Levi’s fresh from the cleaners
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| Heavy starch with the cuff
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| Like fuck it leave it to beaver
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| Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield
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| Rolling down handly hills
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| And the blocks of Pattonville
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| I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
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| Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper
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| A non-stopper, around the clocka
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| Now it’s cool pull up the bends and helicopter
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| uh
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| Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I’m yawning
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| Natural bridge and kings highway is where I’m going
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| Wake up man and start blowing
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| Gotta get those juices flowing
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| Now I’m gonna tell you one more time
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| For your cats that just ain’t knowing
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| Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
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| And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow
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| Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow
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| Practicing for my shows
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| That’s usually how it goes
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| We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
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| Swing through O’Fallon sounds
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| Knocking out of control
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| Like a boom boom boom, who is it?
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| It’s Jackie Frost, the one who’s getting where he at
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| And he told you who’s the boss
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| I’m like a human hot sauce
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| Thinking I’ll burn your thoughts
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| Your information was false
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| I’ll show you just what it costs
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| In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I
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| No one could do it better, hey
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| Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy
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| Love Pac and Biggie
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| The way that you love your sticky
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| Call Louie he have you pissy
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| Mix with hen and crissy
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| Bumping Tim and Missy
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| With Slim he used to diss me
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| In the red Expedishy
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| That’s Okay though, she can ride for the day though
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| Can’t even be a house guest like Kato
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| I’m a dog I said it rough
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| Now call me snoopy
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| Wouldn’t have me in a hoopie
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| Now you see me in a coupie
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| In front of utopia, I’m hoping you
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| Come down herd chipping, may I’m toasting ya
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| Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya
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| And when the heat come down
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| Get ghosting ya (god bless us)
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| Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
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| My daddy told me that I’m supposed to bust
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| Don’t be provoking us
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| It ain’t no joke in us
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| Just the north south east west coasting us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song St. Louie , by - Nelly. Song from the album Country Grammar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп