Lyrics:
you least expect it, I watching every move
That you down packed, I'm city slick without the Lou
Hell yeah, I got some shit to prove
First of all I
to East L.A.
From St. Tropez to my home café
That's my way and I do it like day by day
In Africa, America, Europe and Australia
Asia, Canada, I take
Hold on
Bitches, why you looking like you motherfucking knew me
Never knew from the Lou Way
You don’t know ‘bout what we do bae
Y’all lil niggaz know me
bells
Banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
The parade passes by
Marching bands
To the sound of drummers drummin'
It's Celtics all the way
On St
tinted
Plus them lil' niggas own it this vehicle ain't rented
But it ain't all about the fame (fame)
When you from the Lou you gotta go against the grain
little hearts
Daddy please tell me all the answers too
Said Ollie bear and little Lou
Walking along the beach way down by the sea
Picking up rocks
now (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
watch dirty entertain (HO!)
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing (HEY!)
[Ali]
To get the spot leaning That's what we trying for
We all
ain't runnin' we all seventy
[Verse 1 - Ray Ray]
When you least expect it, I watching every move
That you down packed, I'm city slick without the Lou
the way up
It ain’t no stopping me
It ain’t no stopping me
Problem is you n***as on that lame shit
Ahh you all about a check my n***as on that same s**t
I
everyday, baby
All the way from point A to Z (Gone)
Act a fool when we kick it
T Suede grip the wood grain then he whip it (Skrrt)
See a sexy dame I'm
now (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'
standing in front of you
Paint a picture with this pen is all I ever wanna do
Who am I, Black man
Where I’m from, St. Lou
What am I, the tattoos on my arms
Style on the beat hoe!
Ridin' round the city with my dawgs
We just want some foreign cars
We not leasin' s**t at all nah, nah
The way I run
of the morning
Top of the morning, top of the morning
All 'bout the green like the Celtics, I'm balling
Straight pub crawling
Ain't no stopping
St. Patrick, fuck
me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed
Daps and hugs,
Dimple Haig and gown by Dior
Oh please daddy, let's go skiing at St Moritz
With Mary Lou and you know who and the upper ten
If we don't break our arms
Didn't get that kinda s....t what about Big Lou hoe,
Get yo ass to steppin for I kick it like it's judo,
I'm serious!
If you’re up or if your down,
That’s a
Blindfold
My nigga u feel me
They hated man they tried to kill me
Did this all by myself no assistance
But dish like yo nigga was Bibby
Hit them
goals
Yeah I'll take two pair of those
I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows
Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro
All
de Rhodes
A long way
Let me guide you to St. Rhodes
Where it leads us, we just might see
To leaves in the ever-changing wind
And all the stories to be
And I think I'm gonna lose my mind
St. Lou Mizzou is coming into my view
I seen some travelers who needed a ride
I took them trippy little hippies right
It's simple really, it's all really a feeling
I got a meaning, and it's fiending
For me to be seen in big scenes
Gotta make it by all means
Speak life
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