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Mmm you can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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"I'm from the home of the Red Fox," said the entertainer |
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Jettin' off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later |
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Maybe not 'cuz I got somethin' hot |
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I'm the navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot |
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A bad boy, on a Ryde Ruffer than the Lox |
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I keep them both cocked, need her ass to bring it |
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Now tell me boys have ya seen her |
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Have you seen her, nine millimeter |
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Makin' niggas believers |
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Hop out the two seater, now Vokal 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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Rollin' down Hanley Hills |
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In the black sedan Deville |
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I used to love it when they hit me for a rocker |
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Maybe a boppa, I kept it propa |
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A non-stopa, around the clocka |
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Now it's cool pull up the bends and helicopter |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin' |
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Natural bridge and Kingshighway is where I'm goin' |
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Wake up man and start blowin' |
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Gotta get the juices flowin' |
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Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time |
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For you cats that just ain't knowin' |
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Hey, you can find me in St. Louie |
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And the whole me fedy and leasy gettin' slow |
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Grabin' the optomo, sharpenin' up my flow |
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Practicin' 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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Swingin' through our fellas |
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Sounds knockin' 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 gettin' 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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Thinkin' 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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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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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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Bumpin' 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 just 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 hopin' ya |
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Come down, herd chippin', may I'm toastin' ya |
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Thanksgiving 'round these parts, yo we roastin' ya |
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And when the heat come down, get yo' ghostin' ya |
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Loax with us, just how the folks with us |
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My daddy told me this that I'm supposed to bust |
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Don't be provokin' us, it ain't no joke in us |
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Just the north, south, east, west coastin' us |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Where the gun play ring all day |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |
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Others just smoke and fuck all day |
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You can find me in St. Louie |
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Some got jobs and some sell yea' |