(Nelly talking)
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Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
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(The best out there dirty)
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For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
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My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here,
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we the Lunatics, no doubt
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We gon'...., they wildin, they don't know
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(Kyjuan)
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Ay yo
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St. Louis is small but we still do it all
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We hit the mall, we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it all
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Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin "take it off"
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My success is takin off, I'm always workin, never takin off
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I done that, did that, who her? I dont hit that
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Cats be trippin off them rats, I ain't really with that
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Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and think back
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To when I used to click-clack, makes me angry when I flash back
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Mo, you should get back, I mean this, hang with the meanest
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Remain the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest
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You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
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St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one
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(Ali)
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You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever
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Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever
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Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick ??? lady
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Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
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By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it
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My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four
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They switch guns and they go for show it, your pupils is dialating
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This rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratings
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The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related
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More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's to celebrated
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Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it
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Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated
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Just call me the Don-dotta, original rider, rider
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Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here "splatter, splatter"
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Splatter, splatter, I'm from St. Louuuuuuuiiiiiie
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(Chorus - St. Lunatics) 2x
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S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
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Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, I'm just your neighbor, what up
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St. Louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus
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Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin
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(Murphy Lee)
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Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial
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When at home in St. Louis, yo I's a *walkin* like Herschell
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I be like (oh, oh, oh)
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Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it
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(EI!)
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Why must I live like that, what you expect?
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Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checks
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Honeys screamin they want more than sex, I'm like "why me?"
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??? take that Lex to like me
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I be the young dude, Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny whipper
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(What else nigga?)
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A weed head slash Henny sipper
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No I'm not ballin
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I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit
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I'm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil ticket!
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(Chachi'll take it) and say that Bill did it
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But I'm a be real for real and deal wit' it
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And get mine in the summertime like Will did
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(Nelly)
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What you thought I was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my dreams?
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Walk off the team like Rodman?
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Move the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa I'm swabbin
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I put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in ??
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Get them things out and cock 'em, anything bubble I'm poppin
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Anything stumble, I'm droppin, whatever you rollin, I'm toppin
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And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin, wheww
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No more slang rocks, I rock rocks, you duck cops, I cop drops
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You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not
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I'm Rocafella with *hard knocks*, dome shots 'til I get popped
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Used to ball on the blacktop now I balls on hardwood
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With enough finance stability to finance a small hood
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Call it Nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor
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My whole towns chronic'd out so we ?? ??
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I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they nieces
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Showin me there's more than one way that they can eat a Reeses
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Can I repeat this, man, you niggas need to see this
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(Chorus)
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