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Hey, Louis Prima

Brian Setzer

Guitar Slinger

1996

Written by b. setzer

Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend

"Man, your band is truly outrageous!"

Hey, Louis Prima
Man, you make 'em jump and shout
Got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill
You're gonna show me

presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it

S.T.L.

Nelly

Free City

2001

Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I 
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out

Louis E Mowry the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Would never refuse a request
To boil crawfish for his family and friends

Louis E Mowry

to kill
Louis Vuitton, yeah she suck my
I still won't pay the bills high heels
She would kill to dress like
She was dressed to kill birkin bag
She would

(Kash)
Draco fo' the drama, draco fo' the drama (Blaat)
Remy out the bottle I kould never chase it (Never)
King Louis by liter cost ah nigga faces (Kash)

feeling
Like I am ready to go
Let's go

I packed all of my things
In my Louis Vuitton
By the time you hear this
I'm already gone
Don't try to call me
You

the spot, so it's cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hatin', I can tell by the glare
The way you talkin' shit, I can tell them veneers

I want my bills paid

Buy you a purse by Louis Vutton
If you don't like it then we can Vattaa
Get you another then buy you some shoes 
Take it to counter my visa i use

(Ok

Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci

pocket pull out lent man i ain't have a dime
Couldn't pay the bills shit got real but nobody care
Who got your back who by your side nobody there nobody

Drip on my body, got this Louis rag to dry all my tears
I got some problems I cant sleep away
For now I'm playing keep away with all of my fears
Said

bumping out an old Buick
My stomping ground
None other than East St. Louis
Edgemont is the set
East St. Louis the city
Illinois is the state
St. Clair is

Oh yeah
Listen to the music
Oooh

I hip hop, I zib zop
Like Bill Cosby with the pills, yah
Ooh, eh, oh my name
I'm going to prison
Oh no
Oh, they

rock Louis Vuitton what you on yea
Tryna put my family on 
I get that check and we gone 
I get that check and we gone
Yea this real gold on my charm
I

I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get

the bills 

I might hit another mill

That could make me chill 

Look in to my shawty eye 

I could see her smile

Put her ass on a  private jet

Coup a Louis

Is this it priest, the pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handfull of ragtags?
I know bill, I swore this was a battle between warriors
Not

Heave-Ho

Smash Mouth

Fush Yu Mang

1997

Neighbor called my landlord
It was a Sunday afternoon
She couldn't hear the TV set
We were having a BBQ
We were listening to Louis Prima
And drinking

Mami on it
She got ten racks from the corleone
She tell him buy me chanel
Louis v and ralph
Dissin' the coupe she want
Four seats when they revvin'

Down and Out

Cam'ron

Cornerstone Mixtape: February 05 #69

gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (yep)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost

Got vans on my feet
I dont skate
I just might hit you in your fuckin face
She said that she eighteen i might catch a case
I just deposit my bills in