St. Louie

Mm, 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, (na,na,na)
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
Jetting off with Brian Cox, "I'll see you later!"
Maybe not 'cause I got somethin' hot
In the Navigator, waiting in the parking 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 you seen her?"
"Have you seen her!"), nine millimeter making niggas believer's
Hop out the two seater, now vocal 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, Chesterfield
Rolling down Handly Hills and the blocks of Pattonville
I used to love it when hit me for a rock-ah
Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper
A non-stopp-ah, around the clock-ah
Now, it's cool pull up the bendz and helicopt-ah, 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')
(Others just smoke and fuck all day)

Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin'
Natural bridge and Kings Highway is where I'm goin'
Wake up man and start blowin'
Gotta get those juices flowin'
Now, I'm gonna tell you one more time for your cats that just ain't knowin'
(Hey, you can find me in St. Louie)
And the whole me Fedy and Leasy gettin' slow
Grabbin' the optomo, sharpin' up my flow
Practicing for my shows, that's usually how it goes

We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swing through O'Fallon sounds
Knocking 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 told you who's the boss
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 say), 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

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
That's Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Can't even be a house guest like Kato
I'm a dog I said it, (roof, roof)
Now call me snoopy, wouldn't have me in a hoopie, now you see me in a coupie
In front of Utopia, I'm hopin' ya
Come down her' chippin', may I'm toastin' ya
Thanksgiving round these parts' yo', we roasting ya
And when the heat come down, get ghostin' ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, that's how the folk's split up
My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust
Don't be provoking us, it ain't no joke in us
Just the North, South, East, West Coast-in' us, yeah

(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

(You can find me in St. Louie)

Some got jobs and some sell yay'