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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
Missouri too
So, naturally, I got my doubts

You got 'em droppin' by the wayside
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came a long way from St. Louis
But,
whaddya say?
Get out the way, let Louis play
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Take a lesson that I learnt from Louis
He only give it to us 'cause he knew it
too much your head they'll bust.
Just one more pull and that will do
For we're the boys to kick her through.
Recorded by Louis Killen- 50 South, also
My cocaina, come manana
So I could blow a couple dollars
She see these diamonds on my collar
She wanna fuck a fuckin baller

Ballin, She wanna
I just heard that whistle blow
Gonna go down the river once more
Well, I've got my bag and I'm ready to go
Gonna go down the river once more

Gonna
better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in
only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

You better lose yourself in the music,
better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in
and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram 

I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy 

The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

You can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs
Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs
with Tech on the last song like

I know they hate it when I roll by
You talking shit that you don't know about
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow
will grow on trees and blow with the breeze 
And comeback next spring 
But the perplexities of life 
Brings more days that bore new skies 
So who's
throw your booty up, use it in the cash
Keep it above, we and Louis something

My style, my flight, my weather
Yeah, I drive high plus fly, you
could you stretch then bend?

N Y C, could you stretch then bend?
M I A, could you stretch then bend?
A T L, won't you stretch then bend?
St. Louis, won't
could you stretch then bend?

N why see, could you stretch then bend?
M I A, could you stretch then bend?
A T L, won't you stretch then bend?
St. Louis
knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new truies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new Louis
a bad b**** from St. Louis to Valejo
Way up they don't exist (men tie Taio)

This ain't ecstasy
Yea, see I got something you gon like it
Depending
a bad bitch from St. Louis to Valejo
Way up they don't exist (men tie Taio)

This ain't ecstasy
Yea, see I got something you gon like it
Depending
was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alcholing
locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I
a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alchoholing her up

I represent
the wind that blows yourself 
The pixie dust of tinkerbell 
Up, up and away 
I be the wind beneath your wings 
Living color comes with you 

(Pusha