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    "S.T.L." Lyrics

    St. Lunatics feat. Murphy Lee and Nelly

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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

    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

    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
    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

    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 ??
    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 ?? ??
    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

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Odoyle66 for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ali K. Jones, Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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