Letra de St. Louie
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 dayI'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, believersHop 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', uhYou 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 daySunday 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 goesWe 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, heyYou 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 coupieIn 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 usYou 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