St Lunatics - S.T.L.

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[Nelly talking]
  Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
  (The best out there dirty)
  For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
  My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here,
  we the Lunatics, no doubt
  We gon'...., they wildin, they don't know
  Ay yo
  St. Louis is small but we still do it all
  We hit the mall, we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it all
  Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin "take it off"
  My success is takin off, I'm always workin, never takin off
  I done that, did that, who her? I dont hit that
  Cats be trippin off them rats, I ain't really with that
  Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and think back
  To when I used to click-clack, makes me angry when I flash back
  Mo, you should get back, I mean this, hang with the meanest
  Remain the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest
  You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
  St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one
  You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever
  Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever
  Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick ??? lady
  Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
  By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it
  My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four
  They switch guns and they go for show it, your pupils is dialating
  This rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratings
  The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related
  More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's to celebrated
  Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it
  Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated
  Just call me the Don-dotta, original rider, rider
  Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here "splatter, splatter"
  Splatter, splatter, I'm from St. Louuuuuuuiiiiiie
  [(Chorus - St. Lunatics) 2x]
  S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
  Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, I'm just your neighbor, what up
  St. Louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus
  Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin
  [Murphy Lee]
  Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial
  When at home in St. Louis, yo I's a *walkin* like Herschell
  I be like (oh, oh, oh)
  Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it
  Why must I live like that, what you expect?
  Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checks
  Honeys screamin they want more than sex, I'm like "why me?"
  ??? take that Lex to like me
  I be the young dude, Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny whipper
  (What else nigga?)
  A weed head slash Henny sipper
  No I'm not ballin
  I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit
  I'm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil ticket!
  (Chachi'll take it) and say that Bill did it
  But I'm a be real for real and deal wit' it
  And get mine in the summertime like Will did
  What you thought I was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my dreams?
  Walk off the team like Rodman?
  Move the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa I'm swabbin
  I put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in ??
  Get them things out and cock 'em, anything bubble I'm poppin
  Anything stumble, I'm droppin, whatever you rollin, I'm toppin
  And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin, wheww
  No more slang rocks, I rock rocks, you duck cops, I cop drops
  You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not
  I'm Rocafella with *hard knocks*, dome shots 'til I get popped
  Used to ball on the blacktop now I balls on hardwood
  With enough finance stability to finance a small hood
  Call it Nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor
  My whole towns chronic'd out so we ?? ??
  I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they nieces
  Showin me there's more than one way that they can eat a Reeses
  Can I repeat this, man, you niggas need to see this

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