St. Lunatics - S.T.L. lyrics

Check, check, check, yo
We here M-IS-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 right here
We the Lunatics, no doubt
We gon', they wildin, they don't know
So tell them nigga

Ay yo
St louis is small but we still do it all
We hit the mall, we drink it all
We always gon' smoke it all
Get hit, we shake it off
At the club yellin "take it off"
My success is takin off, I'm always workin
Never takin off i done that, did that
Who her? I done hit that
Cats be trippin off them rats
I ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back


I relax and think back
To when I used to click-clack
Makes me angry when I flash back
Mo, you should get back, I mean this
Hang with the meanest remain the cleanest
Always smoke the seedless greenest
You've seen this like reruns
Pop-a-lock like reruns
St louis where we from
You ain't never heard a weak one

You got to stand up and get
It together, roll with the punches, whatever
Get in our way, destroy ya, make
You wish you had never, ever
Fucked with the real crazy
Pyscho sick mutilating
Son ain't so nothin shady
Kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it
Your world I'm a rock and roll it
My business, you shouldn't told it
Ya head I'm a forty-fo' it
These guns will just go and they show that
Your pupils is dialating
This rap is so beautiful watch The
Source give it higher ratings
The 'Tics j-just can't be faded
To nothin that's star related
More than just duplicated
Kenyatta's to celebrated
Got damnit we finally made it
Haters they gotta hate it
Bought my house off and finally paid it
Often intoxicated
Just call me the Don dotta, original rider
Rider your mama just gotta, gotta, take
Her home and here "splatter, splatter"
Splatter, splatter
I'm from St louuuuuuuiiiiiie

S T-L is where we stay, in the middle
No coast lyrics boastin with flava, what up
Mo, I'm just your neighbor, what up
St louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus
Stop your ass up like sinus, congest
Ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin
Now you can find Murphy in a Jag
On a commercial when at home in St louis
Yo I's a walkin' like Herschell
I be like (oh, oh, oh)
Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets
Lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it
Why must I live like that, what you expect?
Young dude done paid bills
With them advancement checks
Honeys screamin they want more than sex
I'm like "why me?"
Find out it don't even take
That Lex to like me i be the young dude
Mr drop a top a bubble Benny whipper
A weed head slash Henny sipper
No I'm not ballin
I'm tryna' get it how I live and how
I live is how I get that shit
I'm like nine-nine-nine na-nine-nine
Na-nine short of a mil ticket!
(Chachi'll take it) and say that Bill did it
But I'm a be real for real and deal wit' it
And get mine in the summertime like Will did
What you thought I was gonna
Do, bitch and scream, fuck my dreams?
Walk off the team like Rodman?
Move the scene, nigga what you mean
Not now playa I'm swabbin
I put four silver dollars up on
A white castle out in Cochran
Get them things out and cock 'em
Anything bubble I'm poppin
Anything stumble, I'm droppin
Whatever you rollin, i'm toppin
And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin, wheww
No more slanging rocks, I rock
Rocks, you duck cops, i cop drops
You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine
You are not i'm Rocafella with hard knocks
Dome shots 'til I get popped
Used to ball on the blacktop
Now I balls on hardwood
With enough finance stability to
Finance a small hood
Call it Nellyville nigga
And guess who the mayor
My whole towns chronic'd out so we drug aware
I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces
And they nieces
Showin me there's more than one way
That they can eat a Reeses
Can I repeat this, man
You niggas need to see this