doin thirty now, riskin my life Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies Young Dude be floatin the city
, in and outta town doin shows I'm studying to be a doctor for a future, who knows? Listening to Dead Prez rap about "Gettin Free" and becoming intellectually
thorough, while you twerk, so much Mo' and Cris' I urled all on my skirt We still kicked it," (let me in know) You ain't heard, that playa bad St. Louis
shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies (Free City
where my dough at? Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker I
make me sick when I roll through y'all city Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty You gon' make me go back into my days of U-City Cornrows, penny
me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State Show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin' St. Louis everytime I breathe In the city
mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-?? pursuer
get me for pollutin the sky Factory full a bud got the whole city high St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without) St. Louis po-pos wanna stop
St. Louuuuuuuiiiiiie [(Chorus - St. Lunatics) 2x] S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, I'm just your neighbor, what up St
rolling the dice Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights Hoping everything gonna be aight [Murphy Lee] St. Lunatics
[Ali] St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang