St. Louie Lyrics
| Song | St. Louie |
| Artist | Nelly |
| Album | Country Grammar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jason Epperson & Cornell Haynes & Nelly | |
| Mmm you can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day"I'm from the home of the Red Fox," said the entertainer | |
| Jettin' off with | |
| Brian Cox, | |
| I'll see ya later | |
| Maybe not 'cuz | |
| I got somethin' hot | |
| I'm the navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot | |
| A bad boy, on a | |
| Ryde Ruffer than the | |
| LoxI keep them both cocked, need her ass to bring it | |
| Now tell me boys have ya seen her | |
| Have you seen her, nine millimeter | |
| Makin' niggas believers | |
| Hop out the two seater, now | |
| Vokal 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 | |
| Rollin' down | |
| Hanley Hills | |
| In the black sedan | |
| DevilleI used to love it when they hit me for a rocker | |
| Maybe a boppa, | |
| I kept it propa | |
| A non-stopa, around the clocka | |
| Now it's cool pull up the bends and helicopter | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and | |
| I'm yawnin' | |
| Natural bridge and | |
| Kingshighway is where | |
| I'm goin'Wake up man and start blowin' | |
| Gotta get the juices flowin' | |
| Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time | |
| For you cats that just ain't knowin' | |
| Hey, you can find me in | |
| St. LouieAnd the whole me fedy and leasy gettin' slow | |
| Grabin' the optomo, sharpenin' up my flow | |
| Practicin' for my shows | |
| That's usually how it goes | |
| We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled | |
| Swingin' through our fellas | |
| Sounds knockin' out of control | |
| Like a boom boom boom, who is it? | |
| It's Jackie | |
| Frost, the one who's gettin' where he at | |
| And he told you who's the boss | |
| I'm like a human hot sauce | |
| Thinkin' 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 INo one could do it better, hey | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy | |
| Love Pac and | |
| BiggieThe way that you love your sticky | |
| Call Louie, he have you pissy | |
| Mix with hen and crissy | |
| Bumpin' Tim and | |
| MissyWith slim, he used to diss me | |
| In the red | |
| ExpedishyThat's okay though, she can ride just for the day though | |
| Can't even be a house guest like | |
| KatoI'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 hopin' ya | |
| Come down, herd chippin', may | |
| I'm toastin' ya | |
| Thanksgiving 'round these parts, yo we roastin' ya | |
| And when the heat come down, get yo' ghostin' ya | |
| Loax with us, just how the folks with us | |
| My daddy told me this that | |
| I'm supposed to bust | |
| Don't be provokin' us, it ain't no joke in us | |
| Just the north, south, east, west coastin' us | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieSome got jobs and some sell yea' |
| zuo qu : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| Mmm you can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day" I' m from the home of the Red Fox," said the entertainer | |
| Jettin' off with | |
| Brian Cox, | |
| I' ll see ya later | |
| Maybe not ' cuz | |
| I got somethin' hot | |
| I' m the navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot | |
| A bad boy, on a | |
| Ryde Ruffer than the | |
| LoxI keep them both cocked, need her ass to bring it | |
| Now tell me boys have ya seen her | |
| Have you seen her, nine millimeter | |
| Makin' niggas believers | |
| Hop out the two seater, now | |
| Vokal 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 | |
| Rollin' down | |
| Hanley Hills | |
| In the black sedan | |
| DevilleI used to love it when they hit me for a rocker | |
| Maybe a boppa, | |
| I kept it propa | |
| A nonstopa, around the clocka | |
| Now it' s cool pull up the bends and helicopter | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and | |
| I' m yawnin' | |
| Natural bridge and | |
| Kingshighway is where | |
| I' m goin' Wake up man and start blowin' | |
| Gotta get the juices flowin' | |
| Now I' m gonna tell ya one more time | |
| For you cats that just ain' t knowin' | |
| Hey, you can find me in | |
| St. LouieAnd the whole me fedy and leasy gettin' slow | |
| Grabin' the optomo, sharpenin' up my flow | |
| Practicin' for my shows | |
| That' s usually how it goes | |
| We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled | |
| Swingin' through our fellas | |
| Sounds knockin' out of control | |
| Like a boom boom boom, who is it? | |
| It' s Jackie | |
| Frost, the one who' s gettin' where he at | |
| And he told you who' s the boss | |
| I' m like a human hot sauce | |
| Thinkin' 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 INo one could do it better, hey | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy | |
| Love Pac and | |
| BiggieThe way that you love your sticky | |
| Call Louie, he have you pissy | |
| Mix with hen and crissy | |
| Bumpin' Tim and | |
| MissyWith slim, he used to diss me | |
| In the red | |
| ExpedishyThat' s okay though, she can ride just for the day though | |
| Can' t even be a house guest like | |
| KatoI' 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 hopin' ya | |
| Come down, herd chippin', may | |
| I' m toastin' ya | |
| Thanksgiving ' round these parts, yo we roastin' ya | |
| And when the heat come down, get yo' ghostin' ya | |
| Loax with us, just how the folks with us | |
| My daddy told me this that | |
| I' m supposed to bust | |
| Don' t be provokin' us, it ain' t no joke in us | |
| Just the north, south, east, west coastin' us | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieSome got jobs and some sell yea' |
| zuò qǔ : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| Mmm you can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day" I' m from the home of the Red Fox," said the entertainer | |
| Jettin' off with | |
| Brian Cox, | |
| I' ll see ya later | |
| Maybe not ' cuz | |
| I got somethin' hot | |
| I' m the navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot | |
| A bad boy, on a | |
| Ryde Ruffer than the | |
| LoxI keep them both cocked, need her ass to bring it | |
| Now tell me boys have ya seen her | |
| Have you seen her, nine millimeter | |
| Makin' niggas believers | |
| Hop out the two seater, now | |
| Vokal 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 | |
| Rollin' down | |
| Hanley Hills | |
| In the black sedan | |
| DevilleI used to love it when they hit me for a rocker | |
| Maybe a boppa, | |
| I kept it propa | |
| A nonstopa, around the clocka | |
| Now it' s cool pull up the bends and helicopter | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and | |
| I' m yawnin' | |
| Natural bridge and | |
| Kingshighway is where | |
| I' m goin' Wake up man and start blowin' | |
| Gotta get the juices flowin' | |
| Now I' m gonna tell ya one more time | |
| For you cats that just ain' t knowin' | |
| Hey, you can find me in | |
| St. LouieAnd the whole me fedy and leasy gettin' slow | |
| Grabin' the optomo, sharpenin' up my flow | |
| Practicin' for my shows | |
| That' s usually how it goes | |
| We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled | |
| Swingin' through our fellas | |
| Sounds knockin' out of control | |
| Like a boom boom boom, who is it? | |
| It' s Jackie | |
| Frost, the one who' s gettin' where he at | |
| And he told you who' s the boss | |
| I' m like a human hot sauce | |
| Thinkin' 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 INo one could do it better, hey | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy | |
| Love Pac and | |
| BiggieThe way that you love your sticky | |
| Call Louie, he have you pissy | |
| Mix with hen and crissy | |
| Bumpin' Tim and | |
| MissyWith slim, he used to diss me | |
| In the red | |
| ExpedishyThat' s okay though, she can ride just for the day though | |
| Can' t even be a house guest like | |
| KatoI' 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 hopin' ya | |
| Come down, herd chippin', may | |
| I' m toastin' ya | |
| Thanksgiving ' round these parts, yo we roastin' ya | |
| And when the heat come down, get yo' ghostin' ya | |
| Loax with us, just how the folks with us | |
| My daddy told me this that | |
| I' m supposed to bust | |
| Don' t be provokin' us, it ain' t no joke in us | |
| Just the north, south, east, west coastin' us | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day | |
| Some got jobs and some sell yea' | |
| Others just smoke and fuck all day | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. LouieSome got jobs and some sell yea' |
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