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Lyrics for St Louie by Nelly:
| | | Artist: | Nelly |
| | Album: | Country Grammar | | Track: | St Louie | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 80 | | | | Lyrics: | 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, now vocab 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, chest of phia
Rollin down handly hills
In a black sedan and ???
I
used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a boppa, i kept it propa
A non-stopa,
around the clocka
Now its cool pull up the bends 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
And the whole me fedy and leasy
gettin slow
Grabin the optomo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows
Thats
usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swing through our ???
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 told you whos 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 crock 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 coastin us
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