Ali – St. Louis Alumni (Bonus Track) lyrics

Jewely* M, K. Penelope., Kujo, Mic, Checker Boogee, Mann Suga, Chi King, Jacob Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West, Stone Goobee, Thug & Fister (Intro Ali): Check it out my, name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics You know us 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)!!! Now what's a grand finale If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali El? Caminos on toners Hotel Nico with Mona weed, from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St Louis. n anuson the corner My persona known to leave rappers in a coma So faggotts stop the grinnin' them, chrome rims reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' Mc's are screamin' "No, mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama like, two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest cause, the s titI'm packin' Dawg'll Knock your heart out your chest Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few You n s****are actin' like I, won't send em to the afterlife This is Judah Zor a, hard act to follow Murderous clique n anusknown, as desperado (Ali). Up next Hillsdale, representative My n anusM K. (M.!!! K. ).You knew what time it was soon as you stepped in the door B schlongigglin' and pointin' and, whisperin' "There, he go "!Where he go Me? I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right Whisperin'! in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners El, Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think them, your partners Get? them a drink s, titone b h***was strippin' Cause she didn't get picked but, baby We roll with time it's, only rippin' the six trick, Minutes later n anusrollin' four deep Them b s*****tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat She like "I, got this" you control the cockpit While her partners in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' c spitits (Ali). Up next we, got that hazel-eyed heartthrob Miss Fo' Reel Penelope, (Penelope)!!! Hot like fire makin', these n s****yearn Don't be stressin' me dirty you, got s titto learn How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch to these hoes make, these b s*****burn Stern as, I handle my grit talk, mo' s titSpit and, let my for-fo rip so, b h***don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip I'm, snatchin' your s titI want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic Uh? huh I'm, a looney b h***More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The Marilyn Monroe of, the ghetto I'm a sucker for cornrows n, s****in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama let, me let, me can, I hit that )?Oh Lord look, n anus(C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the f k**on out of my face talkin' all that Old silly a bullshitit (Ali). Up next Kujo, (Kujo)!!! N s****hate me cause I'm nice in the game And got a style priceless like ice in the chain Aiyyo so who am I I'm? the best to ever spit I got that "Hot, Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone been, in the game too long Here's how you want it you, come with guns n anusWe c two*** got, work I? comp too Block one we, pop two For the love for my family and, my seed Makin' sure them records live on from, now until infinity I'm from the 34 live, in 3D Southsiiiiiiide hot, boy like I'm Figi Spit the truth til I die give, a f k**you n skanksick of me No matter what the f k**you faggotts do You can't get rid of me (Ali). Peace to, my cousin Trife up, next The one and only Mic Checker (Mic!!! Checker) St Louis. what, you know bout high-grade we wastin' it What? you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement What? you know bout chances enough Air Course Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Lambert Air Port What? you know bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks How? many n s****can say s titlike this But there's truth in the tracks What? you know bout clicked up n anusOut? the country whilin' How many you n s****done had p y***from the Virgin Islands What? you know bout your broad beggin' to be my mama Lunatics? and Skunk d k**player up in Trulany What you know bout mo' bail We? brolic like Brutis Come for them everyday, and my clique's all exclusive What you know bout Spanish Town Amongst? the gun clappers Buff they p soupenis head still on my red snapper (Ali). One love to pl-Spin Naw you know up, next Boogee Mann (Boogee!!! Mann) Well Mr B-double-O-G. what M-A-double-N? I smoke joke and grin and, f k**your best friend Only if she a ten then, I slide right in Boogee and dj Spin be, thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin so, tuck your vest in My lyrical Mack-10 spit, flows that kill men It's the Midwest y'all we, aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water cause, we Blink like Trotter Half-baked half slaughter comin', like Vince Carter How you want it head or cut We? in the back of the truck Tryin' to see if baby girl can make me bust this nut Cause I'm 24 inches above the gun creek Get these hoes deep so, you pack yo heat (Ali). What up Spud Up? next representin' V I. P. King. Jacob and Suga Chi (Suga!!! Chi) Microphones I burn b s*****to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my foes Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and Geos Cause they nigros to peep my steelo In a Ready??? for war suited, and booted Undisputed dame been, the same in, the game Since my Tenants had fat laces smack, faces With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated feel it b h***You gettin' thrown out of clubs ever time you see me (King. Jacob) Uugh everybody, want to be street Guaranteed they bring the most heat And swear to God ain't nothin' sweet I agree but, I also feel I ain't got to prove s titTo do it to them punk a n** s****from your click I f k**hoes that be so thick when, I roll you know this And them twenty inch chrome rims sit so sick Motorola s titfor communication this, is to aid my flows Take over the whole nation (Ali). Iceberg (Iceberg)!!! It's the n anusthe player that keeps it duplicated Or faded in no type of way hate, it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage or, drop us in a place we stand And then you have to worry bout your whole state We made it now the legacy's forever more Style be forever raw heaven, or hell I'll stay forever S-T-L Catch me down down baby in, a black Humvee Comin' to get my fu n'***corner back for Nelly (E, I. ).!My fu n'***record sales were barely (Uh, Ohhhhhhhhh )!Now there's nothin' they can tell me What I do is always too late for, the Louie See how you fools respond to these bomb frees Bigger Big Lee released all these beats And everytime we do what's fu n'***million And??? come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of this Alumni n anus(Ali) All the way from the Cle-Town we got my man E Hella (Louie Town) Foundation (Foundation)!!! You never met a four better, with metaphors Metal for whores like, Tiger's metal four S titthat's, what I met her for strictly, city Thick cliques mixed with Big Lee Can't disturb stand, clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless since, we all wreck mic checks You guess me on Midwest, be songs and, testin' Jones F with the best be gone no, quest-ion School yard parties fourty-four-four, Seventy West and East don't, get it F in streets Style shows like sandals pumps, get handled Dismantled St, Louis. is Tony Soprano No two heffers, with blow poor ghetto, mo' gurr Blow bolo get fooled around the clock (Ali). Up next we, got two live mc's My man Storm and his home' West Stone (Storm). You can't f k**with Storm six, n s****in the truck with Storm You want to jack him but, you won't got no luck with Storm My dirty run with dirty n s****and he from St Lou. Plus he know Kung-Fu and, he got guns too That big d k**dude that, flip kick fools like Tom Cruise You don't wanna battle me dude you gon' lose Hit you with one-two's your, lungs bruised My foot in the butter so many crews call me doo-doo shoes (West. Stone) You know Stone is known to break them bones Meet your chick and take her home Get one chick and make her moan And you wonder why these n s****hate the Stone Broke their backs when, I wrote the raps N anusdon't drink I'll smoke to that N s****hopin' that I'll, take a bow Want to take my life Better? take it now I'm still alive let me break it down Turn this s titto the O K. Corral. Get to blastin' whippin', asses Forget that talk s titI'm, with the action Want to make it hot I'ma? bring the heat Ain't no n anusthat can hang with me (Ali). Up next we got Goobee Thug The rhyme spitter (Goobee!!! Thug) We gon' get two seats recline and lean harder X smoke, green and, buy the spring water Y'all n s****polish your jewels to bling harder I c the*** fifth y'all, drop your s titType of n anusrob you to cop the whip Catch me on, 23's with a boxter-twist See the rocks twinkle twinkle right in front of your eyes I shine brighter than the sun in the skies Got a gun on my waist got, one in your eye And I stays blowin' haze and that Chocolate Thai Y'all smoke swag weed that's brown with seeds in it I hustle from first to first through seasons And you gotta accept this I, ball like the Celtics A Walker. shake, you up And I have Ted Foster to make you up (Ali). Up next from the Rawkus Crew My homeboy Fister (Fister)!!! I'm the man before time move, hands before time Like Don Bluth I made The Land Before Time Some mc's think they're nice but, not hardly That's what they "Say Say Say" like Paul Mcartney And Michael Jackson I, cypher the action To anyone who assists like John Packson Who these kids think they is tryin' to act all wild They temporary like members of Destiny's Child I'm spottin' the top Feds poppin', the hot lead All in his pothead makin', him drop dead Call me Shanksoon lyrically, snatchin' your soul Your squad's useless like, the right arm on Bob Dole Behold the, manifold of a black Aristotle Roadkillin' mc's with, my hand on the throttle Smashin' em all mashin', em all bashin', em all Picked up my Friday check cashin' em all Explain Request ×

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