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St. Lunatics lyrics Scandalous lyrics [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 [Murphy 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] Other St. Lunatics lyrics: Just For You (The Introductory Poem) lyrics S.T.L. lyrics Okay lyrics Summer In The City lyrics Boom D Boom lyrics Midwest Swing lyrics Show Em What They Won lyrics Let Me In Now lyrics Dis Iz Da Life lyrics Groovin Tonight lyrics Jang A Lang lyrics Real Niggaz lyrics Here We Come lyrics Love You So lyrics Gimme What You Got lyrics Icey lyrics Show 'Em What They Won lyrics Gimme What You Got (Remix) lyrics Who's The Boss lyrics |