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    St. Louie

      About "St. Louie"

      Lyrics for Nelly - "St. Louie"

      [Chorus: x2]
      you can find me in St. Louie
      Where the gun play ring all day
      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
      Jetting off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
      Maybe not 'cause I got something hot
      In the Navigator, waiting in the parking 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
      Making niggas believers
      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, chesterfield
      Rollin down handly hills
      In a black sedan deville
      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


      Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I'm yawning
      Natural Bridge and Kings Highway is where i'm born
      Wake up man and start blowing
      Gotta get those juices flowing
      Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time
      For you cats that just ain't knowing
      Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
      And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow
      Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow
      Practicing for my shows
      that's usually how it goes
      We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
      Swing through our valid sounds
      Knocking out of control
      Like a boom boom boom, who is it?
      It's Jackie Frost, the one who's getting where he at
      And he told you who's the boss
      I'm like a human hot sauce
      Thinking 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 you are I
      No one could do it better, hey


      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
      Bumping Tim and Missy
      With Slim he used to diss me
      In the red Expedishy
      that's 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 hoping ya
      Come down herd chipping, may I'm toasting ya
      Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya
      And when the heat come down
      Get ghosting 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 provoking us
      It ain't no joke in us
      Just the north south east west coasting us


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