| Song | All The Way To St. Lou |
| Artist | Chingy |
| Album | PowerBallin' |
| 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 |
| 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 |