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Nelly - St. Louie lyrics

Artist: Nelly

album: Country Grammar (Deluxe Edition)


You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
Others just smoke and fuck all day
You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
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 'cause I got somethin' hot
In the Navigator, waitin' in the parkin' lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep 'em both cocked, Nina and Sabrina
Now, tell me boys, have ya seen her?
Have you seen her, uh, nine millimeter? Makin' niggas, believers
Hop out the two-seater, in a Vokal 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, or Chesterfield
Rollin' down Hanley Hills, in a black Sedan Deville
I used to love it when they hit me for a rocker
Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper
A non-stopper, around the clock-a
Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta', uh
You can find me in St. Louie (hey)
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
Others just smoke and fuck all day
You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay (yeah)
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin'
Natural Bridge and King's 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
In the hole with me, Fetty, and Leezy gettin' swole
Grabbin the Optimo, sharpin' up my flow
Practicin' for my shows, that's usually how it goes
We be ready to go, that 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 showed you who was the boss (uh, uh)
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
You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay (hey)
Others just smoke and fuck all day (I said)
You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
Others just smoke and fuck all day (ah, ah, ah)
Now, in the middle, we keep it crunk 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 Expedition
That's okay though, she can ride just for the day though
Can't even be a house guest like 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 coupie
In front of utopia, I'm hopin' ya
Come down here chirpin', man I'm toastin' ya
Thanksgiving 'round these parts, yo, we roastin' ya
And when the heat come down (woo!), Get ghostin' ya (God bless us)
LoaX with us, just how he folks 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 coast, and us
You can find me in St. Louie (now)
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
Others just smoke and fuck all day
You can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (na-na-na)
Some got jobs and some sell yay
Others just smoke and fuck all day (ah)
What they know 'bout the Lou, huh?
What they know 'bout the arch?
They know the fun, Sunday night (DJ Charlie Chain)
Poppin' that like that there, huh? Get up
Sendin' shots out to London Kisah, ah-ha, the Arch
You can find me in St. Louie (ah-ha-ha)
White Castle's live, my nigga (voodoo)
Club Casino with the DJ 618 (toss in, toss in)
Some got jobs and some sell yay (ah-ha-ha)
My nigga JHardy, (The Ender, though) playin' for the Wizards
(What them niggas know about runnin' the game?) Get this shit on
Larry, (we ain't shit) playin' with The Answer (nigga say)
(Makin' basketball go outta milk crates) Ced the Entertainer
(What you know about that? Huh?) Takin' a shot out right there, my nigga
Huh? Ain't nobody hoopin' on them like that, nah
What they know about that? What they know about that life?
You can have all the, we have all the chicken fried rice

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