hours I wasn't even gone for that long Look baby, look, I got it Just calm down alrite, calm down, come on What you had to go to St. Louis to get the
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
kong's are writin' songs Cats be gettin' gonged thinkin' they got it goin' on Folks brought you up wrong it all started in your home Check my background St. Louis
as I hit that door he thorough while you tweak So much mo' and Cris' I urled all on my skirt We still kicked it, thou ain't heard, that playa bad St. Louis
right, Nelly there every night Andele andele mami, E I E I Uh-oh! What's poppin' tonite? Andele andele mami, E I E I Uh-oh! If the head right, Nelly there every night St. Louis
all day Different questions everyday, the Midwest I got my answer in my way, all day Yeah, they all got something to say L.A. From St. Louis to L.A.,
even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through Even St. Louis
page and magazine Blood ozes down the screen Off the table to the floor Cross the tile out tha door ICP headin back to St. Louis CHORUS Nelly scoot
Go My muscle cars is so strong The liscense say "BOWCO", Ya get it? my liscense plate reads, "BOWCO" (Damn! His liscense plate Read BOWCO) Home-town rider St. louis
Ooh wee, ho ho, guess who? It's Kellz and Nelly Nelly you ready? (Uh-huh) Y'all ready? (Uh-huh) Okay let's go Pull up to the club, steppin' fresh up
Heavy Starch, Big Lee Big Lee Heavy Starch, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy Starch hahaha one luv Right on, Ali Right on, Heavy Starch Ali, Heavy Starch Whatever you do dirty, keep it St. Louis
know what I'm sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! (Jewely
but yourself You know what I'm sayin', mad truth to that Let me pretend that I'm a lawyer and explain the situation Facin' three-to-one five across state, humiliation St. Louis
' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with
T rollin' ninety miles an hour And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what