Lyrics:
they Christians"
You know how we do it
You see that 116 tat, that STL snapback
Them concord 11's on
Fatigues, they gray and black
I'm headed to a city
hundred degrees
I'm drivin' about one hundred and three
With a S.T.L hat on
Top down holdin' a blunt
You know I'm smokin' wit' the windows up
I be
Down break it down for me
Don't run outta gas girl
See his hat cocked, can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With the blue STL on, who that but me?
Who
Who got my real pager number and then I call you back
On his cell phone, what ever you do player, do it St.Louis style.
Put it down for the STL aight
to the other side
I said inhale, exhale
I heard your clientele is doing well
I see you booming out the S-T-L
Pushin' a five hundred S-L
I heard you even
Little T, City Spud, my homies.
What's up man, you need to get at me
I need to be on this album player,
I'm tryin' to blow up with ya,
S.T.L. y'all
about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the back
And Italian
Doin' tricks with beer bottles
Sexy mixed mullato
I'm comin' to get ya
Drinkin' liquor
Off in Sweden, Germany, London
Back to the STL
Off in Memphis
YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness
Some real muthafuckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil'
to the other side x2
I said inhale exhale
I heard your clientele is doin well
I see you boomin out the S-T-L
Pushin a five hundred S-L
I heard you even got
Who got my real pager number and then I call you back
On his cell phone, what ever you do player, do it St.Louis style.
Put it down for the STL aight
My homies
What's up, ya'll, you need to get at me
I need to be on this album player
I'm tryin' to blow up with ya sTL
Y'all get back at me, aight? Just
uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north side
No details first class flight with the females
EPMD dot com spread as e-mail
Stocks retail, push the quality S-T-L
You know the scoop now when
channel
Gotta be so flyy in that stl I hear da dogs bark cause I got dat mail
Before I go grabbed da pumper and a box of l's
Pulled out the drive way
that will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)
You know they thick from the STL to the A now
Hey now (Hey, hey),
Yes (get it boys)its ya boy chingy once again (chingaling)
Represtentin' that STL, you know what I'm sayin', trackstarz,
Got to address these
me Jim Baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious A-T-L to S-T-L is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills, sippin' on bar,
that will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)
You know they thick from the STL to the A now
Hey now (Hey, hey),
(hey)
You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town
Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down
[Chorus]
Daum
lip
Valdez on the floor two-steppin' with his
Boozie already out thurr startin' some shit
Get it boy gang, S.T.L. set
Phantom car keys, leather
durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north
a bad boy but my name ain't Diddy though
Way I rock my beard they probably
Think I was from Philly though sTL my home
You peep that bird on my fitted
take a little trip with me in my Benz
you ain't a brotha thrill from the coat
your girl in the back far from your boat
chilling up in my S-T-L
go get me
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