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
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)!!!
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. nigga on 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 shit I'm packin' Dawg'll Knock
your heart out your chest Rappers
suffer from cardiac arrest If
I'm uncomfortable I dump a few You
niggas are actin' like I, won't send em to the afterlife This
is Judah Zor a, hard act to follow Murderous
clique nigga known, as desperado (Ali).
next Hillsdale, representative My
nigga M K.(M.!!!
knew what time it was soon as you stepped in the door Bitches
gigglin' 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 shit, one bitch was strippin' Cause
she didn't get picked but, baby We
roll with time it's, only rippin' the six trick, Minutes
later nigga rollin' four deep Them
bitches 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' cock spit (Ali).
next we, got that hazel-eyed heartthrob Miss
Fo' Reel Penelope, (Penelope)!!!
like fire makin', these niggas yearn Don't
be stressin' me dirty you, got shit to learn How
to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put
a torch to these hoes make, these bitches burn Stern
as, I handle my grit talk, mo' shit Spit
and, let my fo-fo rip so, bitch don't slip Don't
make me put a lump on your lip A
dip in your hip I'm, snatchin' your shit I
want it all so give me it Am
I a Luna-chic Uh? huh I'm, a looney bitch More
deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The
Marilyn Monroe of, the ghetto I'm
a sucker for cornrows niggas, in Timbos hey (I
got old Timbos mama let, me let, me can, I hit that )?Oh
Lord look, nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get
the fuck on out of my face talkin' all that Old
silly ass bullshit (Ali).
next Kujo, (Kujo)!!!
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 nigga We
cock 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 fuck you niggas sick of me No
matter what the fuck you faggotts do You
can't get rid of me (Ali).
to, my cousin Trife up, next The
one and only Mic Checker (Mic!!!
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 niggas can say shit like this But
there's truth in the tracks What?
you know bout clicked up nigga Out? the country whilin' How
many you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin Islands What?
you know bout your broad beggin' to be my mama Lunatics?
and Skunk dick 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 penis soup head still on my red snapper (Ali).
love to PL-Spin Naw
you know up, next Boogee Mann (Boogee!!!
Mr B-double-O-G. what M-A-double-N? I
smoke joke and grin and, fuck 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).
up Spud Up? next representin' V I.P.King.
Jacob and Suga Chi (Suga!!!
I burn bitches 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 bitch You
gettin' thrown out of clubs ever time you see me (King.
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 shit To
do it to them punk ass niggas from your click I
fuck hoes that be so thick when, I roll you know this And
them twenty inch chrome rims sit so sick Motorola
shit for communication this, is to aid my flows Take
over the whole nation (Ali).
the nigga the 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 fuckin' corner back for Nelly (E, I.).!My
fuckin' 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 fuckin' million And ???
come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon
become part of this Alumni nigga (Ali)
the way from the Cle-Town we got my man E Hella
(Louie Town) Foundation (Foundation)!!!
never met a four better, with metaphors Metal
for whores like, Tiger's metal four Shit
that'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).
next we, got two live MC's My
man Storm and his home' West Stone (Storm).
can't fuck with Storm six, niggas in the truck with Storm You
want to jack him but, you won't got no luck with Storm My
dirty run with dirty niggas and he from St Lou. Plus
he know Kung-Fu and, he got guns too That
big dick 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.
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 niggas hate the Stone Broke
their backs when, I wrote the raps Nigga
don't drink I'll smoke to that Niggas
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 shit to the O K.Corral. Get
to blastin' whippin', asses Forget
that talk shit I'm, with the action Want
to make it hot I'ma? bring the heat Ain't
no nigga that can hang with me (Ali).
next we got Goobee Thug The
rhyme spitter (Goobee!!!
gon' get two seats recline and lean harder X
smoke, green and, buy the spring water Y'all
niggas polish your jewels to bling harder I
cock the fifth y'all, drop your shit Type
of nigga rob 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).
next from the Rawkus Crew My
homeboy Fister (Fister)!!!
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
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