Song | All The Way To St. Lou |
Artist | Chingy |
Album | PowerBallin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bailey, Banner, Bennett, Brown ... | |
Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross | |
Me I was just a running boy til | |
I made it the boss | |
Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner | |
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner | |
On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's | |
In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles | |
That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me | |
Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory | |
I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop | |
But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots | |
To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc | |
I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium | |
Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em | |
Give me the rock and i'ma run it back | |
To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. [Nate Dogg] [Hook] | |
Back one more again it's | |
Nate Dogg | |
One day I might stop but not now | |
My game to damn strong to be stopped | |
Got hoes every place that i stop | |
Got beef tell you what | |
I'm gon do | |
Call up David | |
Banner and demoish ya crew [David Banner] | |
Man them laws looking for me man [Nate Dogg] | |
Rob to Mississippi | |
All The Way | |
To St.Lou [Verse Two] | |
Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head | |
Making a revoulution listening to dead prez | |
He say, She say i don't curr what they said | |
Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread | |
IRS tripping so fuck the | |
FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs | |
Lord don't let em put me in my death bed | |
For my son,nieces and newphens life | |
I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red | |
Pass me a clip | |
I'm a magnum to the lead | |
I hope society will let my love spread | |
Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go | |
I'm dead. [Hook] [Verse Three] [G.I.B.] we take no shit from | |
No nigga that's flossin |
zuo qu : Bailey, Banner, Bennett, Brown ... | |
Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross | |
Me I was just a running boy til | |
I made it the boss | |
Got alot on my plate breakfast, lunch and dinner | |
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i' m a winner | |
On my block it' s lil kids pulling pistol' s | |
In Iraq it' s innocent kids dying from missoles | |
That' s why i' m back and taking the title from those before me | |
Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory | |
I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop | |
But I' m ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots | |
To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc | |
I' m a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium | |
Hate on me first class to ya grave i' m sending em | |
Give me the rock and i' ma run it back | |
To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. Nate Dogg Hook | |
Back one more again it' s | |
Nate Dogg | |
One day I might stop but not now | |
My game to damn strong to be stopped | |
Got hoes every place that i stop | |
Got beef tell you what | |
I' m gon do | |
Call up David | |
Banner and demoish ya crew David Banner | |
Man them laws looking for me man Nate Dogg | |
Rob to Mississippi | |
All The Way | |
To St. Lou Verse Two | |
Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head | |
Making a revoulution listening to dead prez | |
He say, She say i don' t curr what they said | |
Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread | |
IRS tripping so fuck the | |
FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs | |
Lord don' t let em put me in my death bed | |
For my son, nieces and newphens life | |
I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red | |
Pass me a clip | |
I' m a magnum to the lead | |
I hope society will let my love spread | |
Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go | |
I' m dead. Hook Verse Three G. I. B. we take no shit from | |
No nigga that' s flossin |
zuò qǔ : Bailey, Banner, Bennett, Brown ... | |
Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross | |
Me I was just a running boy til | |
I made it the boss | |
Got alot on my plate breakfast, lunch and dinner | |
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i' m a winner | |
On my block it' s lil kids pulling pistol' s | |
In Iraq it' s innocent kids dying from missoles | |
That' s why i' m back and taking the title from those before me | |
Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory | |
I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop | |
But I' m ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots | |
To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc | |
I' m a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium | |
Hate on me first class to ya grave i' m sending em | |
Give me the rock and i' ma run it back | |
To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. Nate Dogg Hook | |
Back one more again it' s | |
Nate Dogg | |
One day I might stop but not now | |
My game to damn strong to be stopped | |
Got hoes every place that i stop | |
Got beef tell you what | |
I' m gon do | |
Call up David | |
Banner and demoish ya crew David Banner | |
Man them laws looking for me man Nate Dogg | |
Rob to Mississippi | |
All The Way | |
To St. Lou Verse Two | |
Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head | |
Making a revoulution listening to dead prez | |
He say, She say i don' t curr what they said | |
Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread | |
IRS tripping so fuck the | |
FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs | |
Lord don' t let em put me in my death bed | |
For my son, nieces and newphens life | |
I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red | |
Pass me a clip | |
I' m a magnum to the lead | |
I hope society will let my love spread | |
Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go | |
I' m dead. Hook Verse Three G. I. B. we take no shit from | |
No nigga that' s flossin |