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right here
We the Lunatics, no doubt
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
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped
I
buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

C'mon, yeah, ah-hah! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah,
DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt
guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I'm
keep it pumping
You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
I thought you're hype on the mic
Yeah, they never get it right
ride, got two chicks that promise to say Ahh
We'll pop a X and swallow between thighs
y'all get it right, while I chase the sky
Been here, been bubblin'
you will be die by the gun,
'Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it.
I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin' with a few good men.
on me baby that's all right
How should you be in the V.I.P., and the
think of all the nights you can creep out with me

See I'm about leasin' real
area, beyond the universe
is have to be a must, c'mon

(Chorus) X 2
Got to keep it real baby party all night
You spill a drink on me baby that's all right
drop the burner and burst
Burgundy blood, fell out the thug, he got trapped by a team curse
I'm more relentless, aiming to strap, from off the benches
drop the burner and burst
Burgundy blood, fell out the thug, he got trapped by a team curse
I'm more relentless, aiming to strap, from off the benches
it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me
Two niggas with guns, snatch yo' wallet
That's pickpocket, want my I.D
want no drama boy 'cause we the drama kings
And you don't want no anna boy 'cause we the anna kings
Don't even talk about guns 'cause we quick to sling