Heavy Starch

Yo, my name is Taquell A.K.A Baby Poppa
Told ya I know Ali

Y'all thought I was playin'
I told y'all I know the Lunatics
Leezy, Nelly, Spud, Murph AND Kyjuan man

I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in the streets
It's over fo' real
Now next time Baby Poppa tell you somethin'
You better listen
So keep your ears open cause it's Ali
Heavy Starch let's go
Yo, Ali, Heavy Starch

Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Say it again
Heavy Starch
Do it like we do Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Leezy fo sheezie with Heavy Starcheezy
What's up Ali
Hey Ali Heavy Starch
Peace to Ali comin' from Son keepin' it real, love
Yo what's up Ali
Shouts out to Big Lee yea
Ali

Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Big Leezy with the Heavy Starch
What's crack-a-lackin Heavy Starch

Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Hi Ali Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Lee Heavy Starch, Heavy Heavy Heavy Starch ha ha ha one luv
Right on Ali Right on Heavy Starch
Ali Heavy Starch, whatever you do dirty, keep it St. Louis

Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit

Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet

This bank I get style we all that
To the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out

If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the Beegee's
Please be aware we don't care, do you like us?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules
To this day they be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of town
Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's
Fo' amps don't know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did
I've been po' before know what a limit is

New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4's

No love fo hoes change them like clothes
Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on
We all know dats how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same hoes

Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of college encarta
For starters I know both y'all smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city

My G's getting depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like be round looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right
Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one time let me here ya, uh oh
East side on time let me here ya, uh oh
West side on time let me here ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'

Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats

Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps
Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match
No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college
I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it
I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body
And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party
Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty
And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi

And I like that, plus the both of y'all so fine
Why should I bite back, I'm just waistin' my lines
And havin' time after time, I'm just speakin' my mind
It don't matter if I'm in the range, or the Benz I'ma shine
Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff
Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up
Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll

Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats

Check, check, well I got no love for losin'
Never been full of hate, no love for Uzi's
Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies
MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie-coochie
I got more flavor than them, motherfucker
You other facts of life acts too no but, no drink, I gets very moody
I guess that why, I'm in love wit bud just like brew
Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur

What's in store, I'ma let jet like Acu-ra
Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors
See I'm your, lunatic for hire
A will call them MC's out like a bad umpire you're outta here
I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire
Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar
Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll

Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats

Now for real, I be to break 'em off
Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper
Think he like papa, when I drop her
Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her
Could it be I move too smooth, groove
That'll make the whole party move
Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try
Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a Glock

My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds
Desert EG, 4 pound, it's got to, go down
Should I sweat that, hell naw I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll

Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin'
St. Lunatics, keep rollin'

Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats

Oh, Ali

(Nelly) Hey! What it look like out therr Deacon?
(Ali) It's packed right, it's packed
(Nelly) It's packed?
(Ali) You gonna hit dis right herre?
(Nelly) Yeah let me hit da brother
(Ali) Aw, Reverand
(Nelly) That's what I'm talkin bout
Is saw a few ballas come in earlier, they still herre?
(Ali) Yeah, that's jury, that's jury alright!
Look at erybody, Rev
(Nelly) I need these funds
Shit! Someone cue the Goddamn choir boy

(Murphy Lee)(Hook)
Don't eat sodium nitrate on my sodium glutamen

(Ali)
This is Dynamite Deacon Do-bad
Comin live from the church of Angels Dey Ain't
Starrin' Hustlin' Reverand Sufferin'
Mighta turn out funds
We got Past Da Blunt Around
And we got dat Goddamn choir boy
But right now the Reverand gon' come
And explain to you da bind of funds and happenin'

(Nelly)(Hook 2)
Messin up my Rev

(Nelly)
Yes yes Deacon
Today's funds are being raised for a worthy cause (worth-worth-worthy cause)
Its to help little Ikey Jr., he 5 friends short of his quarter bird
And we can not allow dat in the church of Angels Dey Ain't
So werr herre to help no doubt brotha

(Ali) Hold, hold hold on Reverand, hold on Reverand
(Nelly) Sorr', I'm being interrupted
(Ali) We need to pause for a second, pause for the choir
(Nelly) For the Choir?
(Ali) For the choir, for the choir Reverand
(Nelly) For the choir, let the choir sing

Mmmmmmaaaaaaaa

(Nelly)(Chorus)
Hey, before I start my sermon today
Well, shit, I mean, I mean, I mean you know
I'd like to take dis time and pass around( pass around my brother)
The Collection Plate
(That muthafucka)My favorite part of the session, bro( I'm wit ya brother)
Remember brothers and sisters.....REMEMBAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
DIG DEEP!!!

(Murphy Lee)(Hook)
Don't eat sodium nitrate on my sodium glutamen

(Ali)
Ay yo, please 'llow me to confuse da shit out all y'all for a minute(ha ha)
Now, had ya listenin' to
You really listenin' to the
Lord listenin' cause the
Lord got ya listenin' wit yo' listenin'
Cause you listenin to the Lord so hard
So you listenin' righta

(Nelly)
What the fuck did he say?

(Nelly)(Hook 2)

(Nelly)
As I dust off my powder blue Gators
As I call mister see-walikin my crooked ass down the hall
I noticed dat we passed the Collection Plate around one time
And we seem to be a little short
But we not gon' dwell on dat, we gon' take time out to listen to da choir
Let da choir sing......

(Nelly)(Chorus)

(Murphy Lee)(Hook)

(Ali)
Allow me to come back and confuse the shit out yal some mo'
Now how you feelin' right now?
You ain't really feelin'
The Lord feelin' it
You feelin' it cause the Lord,the Lord say you feelin' it
So you feelin' it

(Nelly)
Shut the fuck up

(Nelly)(Hook 2)

(Nelly)
And allow me, Husstlin' Reverand Sufferin'
To introduce you to the brotha whose wanna turn our funds tonight
Pass The Blunt Around a.k.a Tresure a lil' stuff a lil'
Treasure, how the hell we lookin dirrty?

(Kyjuan)
Well, considerin our 85% Rev(oh fo sho')
Brotha Ikey is still a lil short(oh shit)
It's fine, we still got time

(Nelly)
We still got time

(Ali)
Brothas
Let us bow our head for the choir

(Nelly)
Let the choir sing

(Nelly)(Chorus)

(Ali)
It was a great show y'all (yes)
We gotta go (yes brotha)
Before we go, we gotta, pay homage to our woderful band (wonderful band)
You gotta give up for, Hell Raiser!!!!!!

(Nelly)
Hell Raiser, ha ha yes yes

(Ali and Nelly---talks faintly in the back)

(Nelly)(Hook 2)

(Murphy Lee)(Hook)x3

(Nelly)
What the fuck is goin' on?
Someone choke the Goddamn choir boy
Choir boy, shut the fuck up

(Nelly and Ali----talk faintly in the back)

(Nelly)
I forgot what the hell I was gon' say

(Nelly)(Hook 2)