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 day

I'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, believers

Hop 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', uh

You 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 day

Sunday 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 goes

We 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, hey

You 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 coupie

In 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 us

You 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