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Interpret:
Nelly
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| St. Louie
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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 yea
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Im from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jettin off with Brian Cox, Ill see ya later
Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot
In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
Now tell me boys have ya seen her
Have you seen her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas believas
Hop out the two seater, now vocab wife beater
Levis fresh from the cleaners
Heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the galleria, plaza, chest of phia
Rollin down handly hills
In a black sedan and ???
I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a boppa, i kept it propa
A non-stopa, around the clocka
Now its cool pull up the bends and helicopta
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Chorus
Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and Im yawnin
Natural bridge and kings highway is where Im goin
Wake up man and start blowin
Gotta get those juices flowin
Now Im gonna tell ya one more time
For you cats that just aint knowin
Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
And the whole me fedy and leasy gettin slow
Grabin the optomo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows
Thats usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swing through our ??? sounds
Knockin out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it?
Its Jackie Frost, the one whos gettin where he at
And he told you whos the boss
Im like a human hot sauce
Thinkin Ill burn your thoughts
Your information was false
Ill 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 crock 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 he used to diss me
In the red Expedishy
Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Cant even be a house guest Kato
Im a dog I said it rough
Now call me snoopy
Wouldnt have me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a coupie
In front of utopia, Im hopin ya
Come down herd chippin, may Im toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya
And when the heat come down
Get ghostin ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that Im supposed to bust
Dont be provokin us
It aint no joke in us
Just the north south east west coastin us
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