S.t.l. lyrics

Artist  : St. Lunatics 
Song : S.t.l.



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(Nelly talking)
Check, check, check, yo, we
here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
(The best out there
dirty)
For sure, we gon' hold that down for
St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick
this shit out right here,
we the Lunatics, no
doubt
We gon'...., they wildin, they don't
know

(Kyjuan)
Ay yo
St. Louis is
small but we still do it all
We hit the mall,
we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it
all
Get hit, we shake it off, at the club
yellin "take it off"
My success is takin off,
I'm always workin, never takin off
I done
that, did that, who her? I dont hit that
Cats
be trippin off them rats, I ain't really with
that
Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and
think back
To when I used to click-clack,
makes me angry when I flash back
Mo, you
should get back, I mean this, hang with the
meanest
Remain the cleanest, always smoke the
seedless greenest
You've seen this like
reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
St. Louis where
we from, you ain't never heard a weak
one

(Ali)
You got to stand up and get
it together, roll with the punches,
whatever
Get in our way, destroy ya, make you
wish you had never, ever
Fucked with the real
crazy, pyscho sick ??? lady
Sunnin so nut and
shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my
sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and
roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it,
to end I'm a forty-four
They switch guns and
they go for show it, your pupils is
dialating
This rap is so beautiful watch The
Source give it higher ratings
The 'tics j-just
can't be faded, to nothin that's star
related
More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's
to celebrated
Got damnit we finally made it,
haters they gotta hate it
Bought my house off
and finally paid it, often intoxicated
Just
call me the Don-dotta, original rider,
rider
Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her
home and here "splatter, splatter"
Splatter,
splatter, I'm from St.
Louuuuuuuiiiiiie

(Chorus - St. Lunatics)
2x
S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no
coast
Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe,
I'm just your neighbor, what up
St. Louis'
finest, keep a cover like Linus
Stop your ass
up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your
lesson, we blessin

(Murphy Lee)
Now you
can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial
When
at home in St. Louis, yo I's a *walkin* like
Herschell
I be like (oh, oh, oh)
Wit' a
pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties
thinkin I must hit it
(EI!)
Why must I live
like that, what you expect?
Young dude done
paid bills with them advancement checks
Honeys
screamin they want more than sex, I'm like "why
me?"
??? take that Lex to like me
I be the
young dude, Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny
whipper
(What else nigga?)
A weed head
slash Henny sipper
No I'm not ballin
I'm
tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I
get that shit
I'm like
nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a
mil ticket!
(Chachi'll take it) and say that
Bill did it
But I'm a be real for real and
deal wit' it
And get mine in the summertime
like Will did

(Nelly)
What you thought
I was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my
dreams?
Walk off the team like Rodman?
Move
the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa I'm
swabbin
I put four silver dollars up on a
white castle out in Cochran
Get them things
out and cock 'em, anything bubble I'm
poppin
Anything stumble, I'm droppin, whatever
you rollin, I'm toppin
And it's fully loaded,
I'm coppin, wheww
No more slang rocks, I rock
rocks, you duck cops, I cop drops
You buy
cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not
I'm
Rocafella with *hard knocks*, dome shots 'til I
get popped
Used to ball on the blacktop now I
balls on hardwood
With enough finance
stability to finance a small hood
Call it
Nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor
My
whole towns chronic'd out so we drug awurr
I'm
playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they
nieces
Showin me there's more than one way
that they can eat a Reeses
Can I repeat this,
man, you niggas need to see this

(Chorus)