(Ali)
I m on my way to my show
uh
shirt Polo
Gortex figaro
jeans Hilfiger though
Starched up
hit the Amaco
Bought a Philly
sparked up
Lunatics ll blow the park up
Ooh this herb
got me geekin like a nerd
F what you heard
federal roll like a bird
You were
actin funny when you first saw me
Now
I m makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"
Hell nah trick
I m picky now
I m spiffy now
smoke sticky now
Hit the door at the club yellin "grip and love"
Met me with a dub (was it fire playa?)
what
Straight to the bar
got a Henny and Coke
Ain t been in five minutes
rats sendin me notes
Could it be the way I get down
the way I throw down
I don t know
but it s one thing I know for sure

(Murphy Lee)
With the scenery of St. Louie
we can t be touched
M-I-S
show your rifle
we just too much
We crossed the bridge
you tripped
uh oh
this ain t alarm
Once hear sounds
get down
hope you Lucky like Charms
Lunatics will explode
OK
call me the Rigga
Representer
St. Louis figures
chronic hitters
So what s up? Let me introduce my click and I
Lunatics
I m little T rollin ninety miles an hour

(Hook)
And you say St. Louis City
c mon
uh
(Gimme what you got
gimme what you got)
And you say St. Louis City
(Gimme what you got
gimme what you got)

(Keyuan)
You wild boy
you need to change your whole style boy
Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson s Cowboys
What you gonna try for? You guilty of bein wack
If ??? Louis was your cousin I wouldn t put you on my track
Get some lyrical jack
you know
Neal like Shaq
Now where we at
so when you try that
Lunatics got my back
It s a fact
you see a blunt you supposed to match
It s a fact
Lunatics gon put St. Lou on the map
I put St. Lou on my cap
and it s obvious see
Keyuan s true when he rap
is you mad at that?
A handsome man
cause all the rats that I flash
Be havin some matches
spark it
put yourself in trap
Got cha

(City Spud)
Want some
get some
Cause everybody on my team could give some
You know my squad
rip ya girl if ya thorough son
From the clit
what
with the gun son
Work it down
freak it any way you want son
uh
Is he really real with the skill son
uh
Did he make a mil with the skill son
uh
Gotta make em dance in this here son
yeah

(Hook)

(Nelly)
In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffee
Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty
Then Ali
I let this thing go (booyaah!)
back on the farm
I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "nelly
you lost em"
Fool
my click is off the hook like O.J.
Fool
there ain t no way
that we could ever be deep in four-play
Run and ask your lady
Smokin hay-hay-haaay
I bust a rhyme
and I line all them draws
my sign for all a y all
Be that F on the top of skyscrapers
my lyrics rape ya
Tape your mouth like a hostage
you be talkin garbage
Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that
ah
Tryna compare your click to mine
you need to hide and catch up
??? Duff know I m a liar
makin you fools transpire
To sweatshirts like Champion attire
so why you try-ah
Lunatic for hirrrrrrre (hahahahaha)

(Hook) 2x

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