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(brian mcknight)
Tonight's the night, tonight's the niiiiiiigggght
Girl you lookin so fly, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Said i wanna get it on, mmhmmm
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Girl you lookin sooooo fly, do, do, do, dooo
Said i wanna get it on

(ali - talking)
U-city, uh, uh, brian mcknight, lunatics, groovin, groovin, groovin tonight
Ha ha, yeah, what you think about that nigga?
Hah, hah, what you think about that nigga? ladies

(ali)
Now you could search the whole globe but couldn't replace me
You skurred (scared) then face me, you don't wanna race me
Fendi fur, cartier glasses for the blur
I'm a do it for me and let you do it for her
I got a real bad habit when i wanna grab it
So many karats in the ring i'm half man, half rabbit
Bitches be like "ahh man" when they see me with cardan
Puffin on the green, discussin a war plan
I used to have rock, now it's stocked with a labtop
Fat pot, a six-four with the ass dropped
With a dime daughter, dabbed in estee lauder
I want the new tims so from the crib i made an order
So fuck your bitch nigga, what i wanna take?
Plus she been on my nuts since thumps and pencil breaks
'cause i'm a nigga with the hoe, a nigga with the flow
Fo' reel nigga, pissy drunk in the rov'

(chorus - brian mcknight)
Fellas, we can get it on
Maybe even party 'til the break of dawn (break of dawn)
'cause the ladies are groovin tonight (the ladies are groovin tonight)
To the ladies lookin fly (looking fly)
If you wanna ride them hold on tight (hold on tight)
'cause the fellas are groovin tonight (tonight's the night)

(nelly)
"skuuuuuiieeee" baby girl, you hear me callin you?
Now i ain't hawkin you, just wanna walk with you
Talk with you for a second, spit a little somethin in that err (ear)
Whatever it takes to make you come nerr (near)
I'm tryna' sound sincerr (sincere), ay
Baby talkin to me but i'm starin at her rerr (rear)
And i'm like "oh derr (dear)"
I ain't never seen nathen like you before
And you the type to make a nigga wanna open your door
And to the house up on the hill and the jag is yours
As long as you can prove that you wit' a nigga for sure
You know i'm young and a thug, so i got issues
I did them st. louis blues, i done paid them dues, ay
But nevermind that, how 'bout we hop the next cruise
We can cash it or plastic, you choose
Get pissed out with the cristal or the boones
Get ya xed out, leave ya stretched out in the room, my doom

(chorus)

(city spud) [talking]
Keep it movin, keep it movin, i keep it groovin, huh
Keep it movin, keep it movin, keep it groovin, huh
I keep it, movin, keep it groovin huh, uh, uh, uh

Yo, baby girl you lookin fly in yo' donna k
Hopin i could give you some love in the right way
But i don't wanna give you the wrong impression
I keep it mellow, sayin hello
You still thinkin i'm a thug fellow
So i let you know from the get-go you thorough
You a cutie with thighs and you live for the nero
But, me and my team drop, shit overseas
Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and japenese
I'm a goodfella, you know, i'm a made man
Got 'em winin like spoiled babies in play pens
Put that ass up baby and i hit it from here
Now lick your tongue out lady and i put it in here
Let me whip that, lick that, and i don't stop
Then hit the block with my niggas in, my new drop
Convertable, tens and dubs, no matter the weather
One-sixty on the dash, chinky eyes and leather, c'mon

(chorus)

(brian mcknight)
Paaaarrrtttyyyy, party, hey, hey, hey
Allll daaaaayyy, all day, yeah
Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, never stop, don't wanna stop no, no babe
Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, don't stop, don't stop
Baby girl!

[chorus]
It's a midwest thang, y'all - and they ain't got a clue
(they ain't got a clue) why my cutlass blue
And i got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
It's a midwest swang, y'all - and they ain't gotta trip
(they ain't gotta trip) while we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin hip
It's a midwest thang

[nelly]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
What you think we live on a farm? nigga be for real
We got benz's rovers' and jag's, hummer's and deville's
Got a green s class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since i signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, when i hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, "you gon' sell out" ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too *icey* for sunlight
Dunkin without sprite, yea you heard 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 i touch down and i bob and weave, ay

[chorus]

[murphy lee]
I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why i be a buzz when i kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when i spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit
Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, i'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young ways
Cause i connect three blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell cuz i ain't walkin nowhurr (nowhere)
I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)
Tv's urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)
I don't curr (care), hell naw i ain't cuttin my hurr (hair)
To the half in them airforce 1's, give me two purr (pair) ugh
I'm from the lou' and what i do is a lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three chains

[kyjuan]
Nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my airforce's
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The lou is more than the rams, cards and lil' arch
My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies *vokal* coats with matchin' car do's (doors)
We racin down skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like "ay-yi-yi" like ricky ricardo
I know you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new up's
With one, two, three, four, five tv's

[chorus]

[big lee a.k.a. ali]
I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin a hood rhyme
Waitin on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish i would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit, if i do somebody bleed
Pull right here, eight pounds of chinamen
Two stay hittin some blunts and heineken
Hidin in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's
They put the gun to my earr, you know the lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody watchin, thinkin i'ma pull the heat
And leave the d-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga like nypd
Beat the k, fuck coke, now i'm back on my granny porch hustlin

[chorus] - repeat to fade

(nelly talking)
Check, check, check, yo, we here m-i-s-s-o-u-r-i
(the best out there dirty)
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

(kyjuan)
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 dont 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

(ali)
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 ??? lady
Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, this world i'm a rock and roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end i'm a forty-four
They switch guns and they go for show it, 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, kenjuana'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

(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. louis' finest, keep a cover like linus
Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin

(murphy lee)
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
(ei!)
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?"
??? take that lex to like me
I be the young dude, mr. drop a top a bubble benny whipper
(what else nigga?)
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

(nelly)
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 ??
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 slang 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 ?? ??
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

(chorus)

(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, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so i'm celebratin
This new life, off the block buyin stock
Divin off the dock in bangkok, i used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the t.v.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Double vd, bubble lex with the cd
Puffin seaweed, i'm free, hit the slope and ski
Dc to france, finance is too advanced
Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
With cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted

(chorus - ali) 2x
I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"what a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite?"

(murphy lee)
Five deep in a yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float st. louis, fake insurance, with no petro
Nuts are heavy, teddy peddy tell 'em to let go
'tics are ready, kevin law tell 'em i said so
I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"
I'm mr. pull up in big trucks, i'm far from a star
'cause i'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas tank, i fill 'em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
I'm like a michael jackson concert, a milli' and up
And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Now you know mo, i stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my air force one's on e'ry trip
And on e'ry whip i choose those d's to roll
(what them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the nav'
Pop a half and take out your ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our pants like al bundy
I love smoke ganjä, monday to monday
And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
It's ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out
And we rollin, henny holdin and blunt rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than hulk hogan
It's official, nelly hummer clean as a whistle
You boys signed to fo' reel, you doin your thug thizzle

(chorus)

I'm like okaaaay

guys talking)
...coming around here with their rims and tims and shit
Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)
Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy
Freaking 'tics man, i'm sick of them, they keep playin that song
They're stupid!

(chorus - murphy lee)
I said you don't wanna roll where i could go
Hard times, hennessy and optimos
Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors
'cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous

(murhpy lee)
Ay yo, i'm chachee the navihater
Fuck shoes, i want the whole fuckin alligator
Murphy rather put the shoes on a navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
Been a player since freeze pops, nigga, now 'n laters
I used to be well connected like an operator
I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators
Woulda' hit it, but yo, i'm not a good cooperator
That's why the, that's why the people wanna 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 me but i doubt (i doubt)

(chorus) 2x

Ay yo, i happen to be, i happen to be the young dude
With the hook up like black and blue
My milky flow's cowin these hoes, i make moves
True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right i'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Brotha my league's speakin the truth, i'm only eighteen
Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow
My third eye's so versatile it make me smile
At myself damnit, i'm in the backfield like emmit
My life is a movie got damnit, give me a grammy or a meal ticket
I ain't picky until i get it, we can still kick it
Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause i'm real wit' it
Soon as i'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it
Bill wit' it, lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it
(wheewwww), we ain't black, we original
The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical

(chorus) 2x

St. lunatics did it all
From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall
Skip school, buyin nikes, twenty deep up in the mall
Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow
Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all
Done worked to hard to see it fall
Seven years to get our name on the wall, cuda called
That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now
I'm like jordan in ninety-five, no bull now
Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now
Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now
We in a good situation like phil and shaq
On our way up the hill like jill and jack

(chorus) 2x

talking)
>man, i've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man?
>ever since country grammar done spent seven million
Millions i told you
>that shit's been crazy
Shit's been fucking crazy, i tell ya

(chorus - ali & murphy lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, i'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, i'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life

(murphy lee)
Ay yo, i'm chachee acolla, dirty, i know ya heard me
'cause i'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, 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'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up
Short so i gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me
Murphy lee the school boy's what you want me to be
So i'm a be that, for six d-i-g-i-ts
I'm a l-u-n-a-t-i-c, 'bout to b-l-o-w-u-p, c'mon

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I be's that nigga like vacant lot
I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot before i pull up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, walked in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all nines and up
And i better make my choice, the nights windin enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black
With a cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, i put my word on it, my team shoots well
That's if i had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)
My coat got fur on it, i'm a slide right in
And i keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got sugar daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

(chorus)

(nelly)
Check it
It ain't my fault i was born with country grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', i ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
Slight limp son, you know, to simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some
Call me kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin brains in the back of the range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh nelly, can i call you mr. hanes?"
Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, i ain't speakin from the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs
On q, when she hopped on the tip my man
She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)
Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (i)
"you boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right

(chorus)

(talking)
Ever since that country grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
>man, i don't know, i've been thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere i fucking go
They all know that "down, down, baby" shit
>maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing
Everybody else around you changed, i have noticed that, i noticed that
>maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what i'm sayin?
(both) maaaan, this is the life!

(hot shit!)

Chorus: nelly

Hmmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover (c'mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (hot shit!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

[nelly]
Mmmmm, you can find me, in st. louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted - while i'm entertainin
Wild ain't it? how me and money end up hangin
I hang with hannibal lector (hot shit!) so feel me when i bring it
Sing it loud (what?) i'm from the lou' and i'm proud
Run a mile - for the cause, i'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, i'm "born to mack" like todd shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me d's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like onyx
Lunatics til the day i die
I run more game than the bulls and sonics

Chorus

[nelly]
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Loud niggaz, o.k. corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga? ask me again and it's goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggaz, what you be givin when i'm around nigga
Frown niggaz, talkin shit when i leave the town nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey i'm, ready to cut you up any day now
Play by, my rules boo and you gon' stay high
May i, answer yo' +third question+ like a.i.
Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma
From st. louis to memphis
From texas back up to indiana, chi-town
K.c. motown to alabama
L-a, new york yankee niggaz to hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "country grammar"
Smokin blunts in savannah
Blow thirty mill' like i'm hammer

Chorus

[nelly]
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
+kid+ quicker than +billy+, mon
Talkin really and i need it mon
Foes i kick em freely mon, 'specially off remi, mon
Keys to my beemer, mon - holla at beenie man
See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
Through jennings mon, through u-city back up to kingsland
Wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
From broke to havin dough, cause my price range is rover
Now i'm knockin like jehovah - let me in now, let me in now
Bill gates, donald trump let me in now
Spin now, i got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy benz, kenwood and 10"s now
I win now (whoo!) fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen i make my ends now

Chorus