St. Louie Lyrics - Country Grammar - Nelly

Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie 

Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) 

Some got jobs and some sell yay' 

Others just smoke and fuck all day 

You can find me in St. Louie 

Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) 

Some got jobs and some sell yay' 

Others just smoke and fuck all day 

I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer 

Jetting off with Brian Cox, I'll see you later 

Maybe not 'cause I got something hot 

In the Navigata, waiting in the parking lot 

A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX 

I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it 

Now tell me boys have you seen her? 

Have you seen her, nine millimeter 

Making niggas believers 

Hop out the two seater, now vocal wife beater 

Levi's fresh from the cleaners 

Heavy starch with the cuff 

Like fuck it leave it to beaver 

Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield 

Rolling down handly hills 

And the blocks of Pattonville 

I used to love it when hit me for a rocker 

Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper 

A non-stopper, around the clocka 

Now it's cool pull up the bends and helicopter 

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You can find me in St. Louie 

Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) 

Some got jobs and some sell yay' 

Others just smoke and fuck all day 

Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I'm yawning 

Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm going 

Wake up man and start blowing 

Gotta get those juices flowing 

Now I'm gonna tell you one more time 

For your cats that just ain't knowing 

Hey, you can find me in St. Louie 

And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow 

Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow 

Practicing for my shows 

That's usually how it goes 

We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled 

Swing through O'Fallon sounds 

Knocking out of control 

Like a boom boom boom, who is it? 

It's Jackie Frost, the one who's getting where he at 

And he told you who's the boss 

I'm like a human hot sauce 

Thinking I'll burn your thoughts 

Your information was false 

I'll show you just what it costs 

In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I 

No one could do it better, hey 

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You can find me in St. Louie 

Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) 

Some got jobs and some sell yay' 

Others just smoke and fuck all day 

Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy 

Love Pac and Biggie 

The way that you love your sticky 

Call Louie he have you pissy 

Mix with hen and crissy 

Bumping Tim and Missy 

With Slim he used to diss me 

In the red Expedishy 

That's Okay though, she can ride for the day though 

Can't even be a house guest like Kato 

I'm a dog I said it rough 

Now call me snoopy 

Wouldn't have me in a hoopie 

Now you see me in a coupie 

In front of utopia, I'm hoping you 

Come down herd chipping, may I'm toasting ya 

Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya 

And when the heat come down 

Get ghosting ya (god bless us) 

Loax with us, just how he jokes with us 

My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust 

Don't be provoking us 

It ain't no joke in us 

Just the north south east west coasting us 

You can find me in St. Louie 

Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) 

Some got jobs and some sell yay' 

Others just smoke and fuck all day