St. Louie Lyrics - Nelly

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(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 yay'
Others just smoke and fuck all day

I'm from the home of the 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 Ruffer than The LOX
I keep 'em both cocked, Nina and Sabrina,
Now tell me boys have ya seen her
Have you seen her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas believas
Hop out the two seater, now VoKal wife beater
Levi's fresh from the cleaners
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Heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza, Chesterfield
Rollin down Hanley 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-stoppa, around the clocka
Now its cool pull up the Benz and helicopta
uh

Chorus

Sunday mornin, crack of dawnin and now I'm yawnin
Natural bridge and Kingshighway 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
in the whole with me fedy and leasy gettin slow
wrappin' the optomo, sharpin up my flows
Practicin for my shows
Thats usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swingin' through O'Fallon
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 who was the boss
I'm like the 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 krunk 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 that used to diss me
In the red Expedishy
Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Can even be a house guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it (woof woof)
Now call me snoopy
Wouldn't have me in a hooptie
Now you see me in a coupe D
In front of utopia, I'm hopin ya
Come down here trippin, man we toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya
And when the heat come down
Get ghost on ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me this that I'm supposed to bust
Don't be provokin' us
It ain't no jokein' us
Just the north south east west coast in us

Chorus repeat until end (with talking)






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Correction-----11/22/07 | Reviewer: Jason Marcinko | 11/22/2007

Some got jobs and some sell YEA'. Instead of yea' its yay. Hes saying some got jobs some sell cocaine. Yay is a name for that.





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