[Ali]
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I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo
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Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though
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Starched up, hit the Amaco
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Bought a Philly, sparked up
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Lunatics'll blow the park up
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Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd
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F what you heard, federal roll like a bird
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You were, actin funny when you first saw me
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Now, I'm makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"
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Hell nah trick, I'm picky now
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I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now
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Hit the door at the club yellin "grip and love"
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Met me with a dub (was it fire playa?), what
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Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke
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Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes
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Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down
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I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure
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[Murphy Lee]
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With the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched
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M-I-S, show your rifle, we just too much
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We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, this ain't alarm
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Once hear sounds, get down, hope you Lucky like Charms
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Lunatics will explode, OK, call me the Rigga
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Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic hitters
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So what's up? Let me introduce my click and I
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Lunatics, I'm little T rollin ninety miles an hour
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[Hook]
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And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh
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(Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
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And you say St. Louis City
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(Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
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[Kyjaun]
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You wild boy, you need to change your whole style boy
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Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys
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What you gonna try for? You guilty of bein wack
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If ??? Louis was your cousin I wouldn't put you on my track
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Get some lyrical jack, you know, Neal like Shaq
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Now where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my back
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It's a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to match
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It's a fact, Lunatics gon' put St. Lou on the map
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I put St. Lou on my cap, and it's obvious see
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Kyjaun's true when he rap, is you mad at that?
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Perhaps you mad, 'cause all the rats that I flash
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Be havin some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap
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Got 'cha
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[City Spud]
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Want some, get some
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'Cause everybody on my team could give some
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You know my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough son
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From the clit, what, with the gun son
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Work it down, freak it any way you want son, uh
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Is he really real with the skill son, uh
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Did he make a mil with the skill son, uh
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Gotta make 'em dance in this here son, yeah
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[Hook]
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[Nelly]
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In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffee
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Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty
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Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on up off me
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I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "nelly, you lost 'em"
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Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.
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Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play
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Run and ask your lady
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Smokin hay-hay-haaay
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I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
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Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
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Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage
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Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah
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Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up
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??? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire
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To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah
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Lunatic for hirrrrrrre (hahahahaha)
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[(Hook) 2x]
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Gimme What You Got
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St. Lunatics |