Lyrics:
also arrest lawbreakers and put them in jail for felonies and misdemeanors
Illinois state police
Illinois state police
Illinois state police
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
I'm So Illinois, I'll pull up in jays
Man, I cannot help it, I'm stuck in my ways
Don't play with me, homie, with bars I get busy
Orange like bears,
Illinois
Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, so they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain't likely
illinois
Raised in Atlanta Taught hamma since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me
So they want to bite me fight me step
To me now but it ain't like me
is missin and shit
I'm bout to fill a void, Ludacris born in Illinois
Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me,
Over 500 miles flying 90 and not slowing down
Stopped at a bar to grab a bite to eat
When I finally made it to my new home city
The waitress saw my
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
Spin the block spin the block spin it
Got all these ratchets like I play bird mitten
East side state streets real murder mitten
Off spindiana right
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
Pull up at the party then post up
We gone buy the bar and then load up
Turn this m***** f***** out sho nuff
cm I ‘bout to cut it out
Now Hold up
from Illinois (gang shit, gang shit)
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
'Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois
Every time I think of Southern Illinois
It brings back memories of home and joy
Every time I think of where I was born
It seems so hard to get into,
It's part of the act the fifty states
Pack up your bags it's never too late
From Alabama to Arkansas
Follow Alaska, say what you saw
Swim in
church or state to call our own.
And they raided the bars and the cars were on patrol
And they bugged our phones.
But there came a time, a summer's night,
Meglio me che tutti voi, meglio che ci soffra solo
Non parlo con gli amiconi perché mi ci fido poco
Me ne scappo in Illinois, faccio soldi con la
to living hard
Avoiding prison bars.
Collected thoughts, it’s like a mini mart,
& don’t want any part
Of trendy, artificial, little pity parties
I am, the King
Yo
Make'm do the Watusi, holla Hallelujah
God from Ohio State, Michael Conley Junior
Big blinkys like the ones on the Call of Duty
like chill now I fucking got this
I cannot miss not with two hot Blondes
Come on I'm dropping bombs
On all these thots with every bar that I Spit
So
the railroad tracks,
Tomorrow they'll all ride across the Illinois state line,
Motorcycle Blessing at the St. Christopher Shrine
Ooooh...
Kathy's walking out
car
Our daddies drank draft at the local bar
With an achin' back just like old granddad did
And we like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old
Tomorrow they'll all ride across the illinois state line
To the motorcycle blessing at the st. christopher shrine.
kathy's walking out the door.
Leaving
Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies;
Fifty nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautif'ly in the breeze.
Each individual
Around some niggas who really resent remorse
Tell them to keep that bullshit up in Illinois
I know niggas with work, but can't get employed
And some riding
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