Playlist Ali

ali - go ahead

Ay yo this on my momma
Straight up this my wizzord
Girl with tha fatty
You deserve to get sizzerved
Consider, this a invitation from the kidder
Meaning hood nigga that smoke and sip sizzurp
Submit her to the apple bottom contizzest
Yes I confizzest
Your bottom is the biggest
I guess it's how it's positioned and where it sit at
All up high and that's why I wanna hit that (yes)
Get at me before you leave off tha scenene
I'mma post over there in these thousand dollar jeaneans
With Gipp at the bar with the rest of my teneam
I know I sound anxious but momma I'm on a beanean
You know what I meanean, I hope you on the scenene
The way you move that thing that got me insinane
I seen you when I walked over dancing with that liname
Damn girl, that ass off the chinain

You see me watchin that booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
I see you lookin at my booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
Now move your booty to tha beat
Go 'head
Now watch me move it to tha beat
Go 'head
You see me watching that booty

Yeah hey lil' mama, what you doin' on the cinurb
Pretty face, long lean draggin' on the flinnur
Light blue benz got fins like flippers
So plush when I push guaranteed to hit her
Split her, put her on lean and baby sit her
Feathers round her neck, buck naked ? take a picture (Kodak)
No mixed drinks, straight shot. She got a sizzurp.
She can't be my girlfriend but she can be my wizzur
Tall heels, painted toes in them glass slippers
All spandex, no buttons, no zippers
Body tap tippers
Blow pop lickers
Booty in my face with the wide load sticker
Moonshine sippers
Money go-getters
In every city we go, the freaks gon feel us
Give it to slow it down
Spin around, don't run
Gipp got a jaw breaker for ya honey bun

You see me watchin that booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
I see you lookin at my booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
Now move yo booty to tha beat
Go 'head
Now watch me move it to tha beat
Go 'head
You see me watching that booty

I want all that booty in line
So when the beat break down one time
Just grind
And if you bring a friend, now that's fine
I want all that booty in line
So when the beat break down two times
Just grind
And if you bring a friend, well that's fine

There it is
If your lady didn't come back
Gipp must have pimped her
Gotta dig deep, Nickname Dirk Diggler
If she fine then a dime
Then she mine with the hidump
I'm pumped
Watch me jump pronto on that rizzump
Playin wit a onion, can't get no bigger
Zip lock that ass and bag it like killer
I'm a ''' comprende, fo sheezy in midday
For shorty sho? shake that for that kitty

You see me watchin that booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
I see you lookin at my booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
Now move yo booty to tha beat
Go 'head
Now watch me move it to tha beat
Go 'head
You see me watching that booty, booty, booty, booty

ali - bitch

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a b*tch
Got to get up & make it happen if not then you'se a b*tch
Complaining & whining dirty you sounding like a b*tch
If it look like, talk like it must be a b*tch
[Verse 1]
I came with Phil niggas with war wounds, true alivers
I love Destiny but they ain't got nothin' on this survivin'
f**k Christmas, f**k wishin'
Listen roaches just missin'
Hatin' school cause they dissin'
Sleeping in the kitchen
You need at least one parent on drugs to fill half our struggle
This ain't pain it's muscle
Stand up, Mase ain't a hustle
Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet
Young threat
Too much of a cat
For a McDonald headset
Mama havin' breakdowns, Keisha got cancer
Poor, no insurance, I'm thinking crime is the answer
I guess Dancer, Donald & Prancer & the Blizzard
Don't visit the place where life ain't so exquisite
Is it hardly working cause it ain't working hard
We hardly had a car
Now I got a car & a harley
Reflecting on this smoking, (Singing: I shot the Sheriff) bumpin' Bob Marley
Thinking damn life a b*tch but I'm glad I ain't one
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Stand up on your own don't live off another nigga
Don't be like D-2 Dirty & straight eat off another nigga
Gonna ahead & do your thing
Without disrespecting the game
You a b*tch & you know it
Pull up your skirt & let me show it
Spoiled brat bum
Took balls & bats from
Your type
Matter of fact you a b*tch I took your bike
Complaining & whining
I went from the buildings to shining
Fifty city tours
Velour
Minks & blue diamonds
Twenty-two's on wild bodies
Errnight a party
Kickin' it with b*tches wit' lil' waists & wide bodies
I know niggas with no future that still went to college
Now they lawyers & doctors
Mixing it in with street knowledge
Used to polish
Adias back when rap was only in Hollis
Stacey Adams & golf clubs your crew I demolish
Out the Impala
Sun roof yellin' ain't nobody hotter
You a b*tch I got to explode you
Dirty, I got her
[Chorus]

ali - boughetto

[Intro]
Uh uh, Ali and Murphey
Uh uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And ah, and ah..

[Hook: Murphey + Ali]
Ali and Murphey is.. bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto.. it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool.. and a jacuzzi baby
But it's still McDonald's.. and a movie baby
That's so crazy!

[Ali]
Check
I'm at the bar, industry party, caviar
Denim suits, superstar, Cigarello cigars
Spittin bars to this footer in stilettoes
She boughetto, that mean she bourgeois and ghetto
Bourgeois cuz her shoes alone cost a grand
Ghetto cuz she cuss too much and talk with her hands
She say she don't fuck wit rap since Mase got saved
But baby got back like mace got spray
You know the bourgeois type, ass boombastic
Mabelline queen, titties all plastic
Niggaz front with they tank on empty
Pay cash for e'rythang cuz the top off her Bentley
I roll the truck slow, the gas; I ease on it
I got a trailer on the back, four-wheeler with D's on it
Got the leather with the G's on it, gangsta gangsta
Gotta get it get it good and...

[Hook: Murphey + Ali]

[Hook 2: Ali + Murphey]
If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto!
Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto!
Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto!
Tell em what's boughetto - Bourgeois and ghetto!

[Murphey Lee]
Yo Murph' is bourgeois - School boy; ghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Aiyyo I'm beautif-hetto, that's beautiful and ghetto
I got plenty war stories, plenty hood medals
Did alotta wrong with alotta good fellows
But I got my shit together (Hello!)
I took my hustlin ways from them scufflin days
To eight million copies on my resume
I moved right out the hood, cuz I don't like the hood
I tell all my people to think twice in the hood
The police; man they don't even like us
Cuz they got Spud in Booneville, 'Trelle up in Riker's
And I just like what the money can get
A little head e'ry now and then so honey can spit
Chrome tips, a hundred an forty four of them shits
And a big ass crib cuz...

[Both Hooks]

[Ali]
A boughetto pimp juice and I know it cause I come to party
late, smellin like weed, no matter who throw it
I'm in the curl cap, didn't get paid but done a rap
Dem ain't Rolex diamonds - what the fuck you done to that?!
Throwin trash out the Benz on the highway
But the old school still spillin all in the driveway
And if it stop, never a towtruck pull me home
Fuckin I keep the socks, had the jewelry on
I'm like a pimp in the 80's, a Reverend Run
Preachin it to em, gassin em up like Chev-e-ron
Got the D's the beeps and the televis-ion
And my Sprint (Brrrrr..) like a boughetto telethon
But I'm bourgeois forever cuz I got it to spend it
Ghett-o, put rims on the car that I rented
Trump money, but it's still the motel and Kyjuan
And Slo and Nelly and...

[Both Hooks] - 2X

[Murphey + Ali]
Ali and Murphey is..
Bourgeois baby.. Bourgeois baby..
Bourgeois baby.. Bourgeois baby..
Ali and Murphey is.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois and ghetto...

ali - serious

* Yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, check
Yeah, check
Uh

Verse 1:

Aiyyo how Nelly doing?
Kyjuan & Murph?
When's City get out?
Big Lee you still put in work?
Where yellow love & hurt?
Where you get that shirt?
The jeans & chains
How y'all change the game? (I don't know)
Where Slow get that mask?
Is that old school fast?
Is them D's?
What kind of wood is that on the dash?
Where three?
Do Jay use that MP3?
Man all these questions make me wanna empty three
Do you know Jigga, Snoop Dogg, Nas & 'Kiss?
Ask me about the Source Awards & I'm a plead the fifth
I'm sick of this
Whatever happened to Lee
How you be?
How you're mom & them?
Instead I'm in the Club Gem
Uh, mo'fuckers bumpin' until my cup
Got a truckload of demos aiyyo man hook me up
I'm still the same
Styles still resemble cocaine
I never change
I'm plain
But still I maintain

Chorus 2 Times:

Cause it ain't that serious
Mind your business
You ain't in this
Leave me alone
You'se an idiot
Point blank period
If you're hearing this
Please be gone

Verse 2:

Check, got hell hotsheets at the Shell
By this b*tch Rochelle
She all about the mail
Look at her walk & tell
I often fell (God Damn)
Bought a fan from hell
Ended up smoking bullsh*t weed through a hole & it L (Yep)
U (Yep) N-A-T-I-C
That's the truth playboy ain't no lies in me
People pop quiz
I guess
That's just how it is
But they need to stay the fuck out of her & my biz
I'm stressed
From the groupie fest
Rest to less
Uplate upset
We gripping the S-S homeboy
Here they come ghetto tabloid
Hood rover reporters
Crackfaces with camcorders
I rather swim across the border
A Thousand sharks in the water
Piranha at the Grammies in a Honda
Or eat a porkchop
Y'all people need to stop
With all this gossip
I think my brain about to pop

Chorus 2 Times

How many songs y'all got?
What's the name of your block? (Eighty-Eight)
Where'd you get that good pot?
How you feel about the cop?
Do you eat meat? (No)
Did your cousin make this beat? (Yep)
What you got on your feet?
Are you respected in the streets?
How old are you?
Are you an MC Cannibal?
How far will the Rams go?
Why they call you Hannibal?
Why they call you Lesus?
Please could you lead us
Food for thought
Would you walk, talk & feed us?
How is heaven Junior?
Ash, Cache, Little Lisa, Bubbles, Jaki, Chanelle & Tre
King Real or Keith, Kelsey, Ariel
Kevon, Kam tight as they all knew they were swell
Shann like blow
Use your third to grow
This just a small lesson just to let you know
Fo' show & if the shoe fits wear it sucker
And if they shoot then you'se a nosy motherfucker

Chorus 2 Times

ali - don t act foolish

Gaseum apado uljineun malgo jukgo sipodo jukjineun malgo
Gago sipdamyon geunyang bonejwo
japgo sipodo japjineun malgo

Ibyori wolle geure choeumen chomen mujimuji apeuji
Haneuri munojigo modeun ge munojigo jongsini hana obso
Tteroneun bunheso mot jago tteroneun bogo sipo mot jago
Geuroke jineda ichyo jyogago

Gaseum apado uljineun malgo jukgo sipodo jukjineun malgo
Gago sipdamyon geunyang bonejwo
japgo sipodo japjineun malgo

Miryonhan jit marayo gayoun geudeyo
Race-neun kkeutnanneunde we ajik dallinayo
Geurondago geu saram mami apeulkkayo
Boran deusi jal saneun ge natji aneulkkayo
Mannam dwien ibyori dangyonhan gonde da almyonsodo
Cham bada deurigiga swipji anchyo
Bureun imi kkojyonneundedo inom-e
sarangeun cham sikji anchyo

Geuredo nareul sarang hessonna nareul jinsimeuro sarang henna
Allyogo hajido ma gunggeumhe hajido ma
chonseuropge we geure
Dwi dora soneun sun-gan namiya amu
sanggwan omneun namiya
Geuron ge nengjonghan namnyo saiya

Gaseum apado uljineun malgo jukgo sipodo jukjineun malgo
Gago sipdamyon geunyang
bonejwo japgo sipodo japjineun malgo

Jugeul got gatdagado geumbang ichyo jineun ge sarang
Guji bigyohajamyon moge gollyoborin satang
Mogeumosseul tten mwotboda dalkomhadaga
silsuro samkyoborimyon gaseumi makhin deut apa
Kkeuchi anin sijak aju jogeumman swidaga
seroun sarami deuro-ol jarireul mandeulja
Dul ppegi hananeun yongi anin hana dul
ppegi hananeun yongi anin hana

Ottokedeun gyondyoya he ottokedeun sarayaji
Wonmangjocha hajido ma chonseuropge guljidoma

Gaseum apado uljineun malgo jukgo sipodo jukjineun malgo
Gago sipdamyon geunyang bonejwo japgo sipodo japjineun malgo

ali - walk away

* (Ali)

It was a late friday night hangin with my boys
Smokin blunts, you know whats kickin dust, makin that noise
When I saw her on the lot, at the veggie spot
Gotta go coolio, that means its gettin too hot
Oh no, thats when I peeped that she was gettin
out the rappity bad, pullen out reefer
How could this be all this lust from me
The other Tics hopped out and got on the other three, but not me
Look at baby girl, Look at baby girl
Look at the lips on baby girl, Look at the hips on baby girl
They hopped back in all phone numbered up
tellin me that baby girl said what up
I'm like ok, thats how you play
I know your man ma, we cant do it that way

(Nelly)
(Chorus x2)

You gotta man I gotta woman we cant do it that
Maybe we can sit chillen, talk to me
I'm tryin to sound vocal but so soon when I see
I hate to see you leave but I'd love to see you walk away

(Ali)

(dont walk away)
But I know, f**kin with you might make my mind blow
Where could this end up, where could it go
Nothin but trouble, heartache thats fo sho
And that aint it, man but that body so fit
That aint it, all this lust I wants to hit
But that aint it, feelin like I'm losin control
That aint it, all these blunts and these bottles of mo
But I can picture me and her in the moonlight
Poolside in my summer home doin it right
With the butler and the maid, come bring me a lemonade
Umbrella for the shade, cloey glass for the raise
As we blaze, your man a quarterback threw a into
Touchdown, outta town in the Ferrari Rennal
Watchin Leno on 81 inches of tv
Mr. France, oui oui
Slow down, baby

(Chorus x2)

(Ms. Toi)

Oh strict ones get down when this sh*ts is down
Now I was shackin up with a busta, this is what I found
I'm cashin big checks, so I dont need you now
I'm a single rich chick and I'm about to clown
Check what I said when I told you gonna do your thang
My sh*t, fellin it now, watch it bang
I'm a thorough ass chick, so Ima walk away
I know you hate to see me leavin, but I cant stay

(Chorus x4)

ali - breathe in breathe out

Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Chorus]
Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
Do the chickenhead go on let it out
Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
Put ya back in and let ya knees bend
Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
Do the monastery go on let it out
Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
Put ya back out and let ya knees bend

[Verse: Ali]
Somebody move, nobody get hurt
This is official, man, only dance flo' experts
And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal
Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable
Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt
My intentions on this one is the party wet up his shirt
Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah)
Do the chicken, and once you do it's stickin'
Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door
Throwback Vokal velour
Matchin' Diadonas, fresh off tour, head to the floor
Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down
Created by my town the monastery is found
Or the Casino like Reno, I'm that nigga can see low
Crowd movin' all black, white, la-latino
There will be no extra space to waste
Pick up the pace, see your heart rate
And if you start to hyperventilate

[Chorus]

[Verse: Ali]
Right now, I hope you wit me
I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney
When doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get me
First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse
Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in belt buckle words
Secon', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right
Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that
Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred
Show up per word and flap like a bird
Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live
Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING!
Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven
Let ya body preach like we in church and need a reverend
Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight
If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late
Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime?
Ten - start all over again!

[Chorus]

[Verse: Nelly]
Yo, who got that, that fire?
That fire, I can't lie-uh
I need that, (wuh) that fire
Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
Pass me that, (wuh) that fire
That fire, I can't lie-uh
I'm gon' (wuh), that fire
Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)

[Ali]
It's got that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal
Fo' real nobody killin', I would, like a naughty will
Like 'Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours
Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor
You can be county or city, ugly or pretty
No chest the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fifty
Now breathe in, breathe out
If ya got it goin' then show me what you about

[Chorus]

ali - songs can t lie

Instrumental

ali - wiggle wiggle

[Chorus: Nelly]
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
do your thug thizzle we'll make it
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
do your thug thizzle we'll make it
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
do your thug thizzle we'll make it
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
do your thug thizzle we'll make it

[Verse 1: Kyjuan]
I really hate to see her leave but I love to see her walk off
Imagine what her *oooo* looks like with her clothes off
I'm rolling with the top off, see tops come off
When the streetlights go off I heard shots go off
I'm a humble show-off I'll be beating when I roll off
Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven
Grab some magnum protection gonna be some sexin'
Wrap some hemp and L's its gonna be a session
She stressing the fact that we gotta stay at the best western
I ain't cheap and that's on everything
Put her pants to her knees don't take off everything
I pay for her chains staying near her cain's
Sipping on her cane I'm forgetting everything
My name Kyjuan, yeah Kyjuan left none
Boy she wouldn't have been with me if you wouldn't have left her
I left her sexed her stressed her and left her

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
My sex steno cus I'm taxing it I smack it a little
Stir it up like mother fuckin coffee then back to the middle
Lift over some pounds some way my hitters nod away
You damn near caught a Charlie-horse to make your dick stay in
the hole
Oh we fuckin now pumping like all my pow
Ass up face down I'm going to town
Round and round here I go pumping for nothing
Cus she wiggle and wiggle and wiggle just know when I'm coming
I'm like *Ohhhh* I can't take it no more
Move it one more time and watch my knees buckle
She tip drip type quit to get her dirty, hype, and aroused
Always see her nipples through her blouse *Owwww*
Watch it wiggle just like the Harlem dance
Look at all that ass in those *itty-bitty* pants
Damn, hey Ms. Parker I make that ass come on down like Bob
Barker

[Verse 3: Nelly]
Baby girl shake it like a paraplegic please believe it (Wooo)
Knees bent, and back arched just how I need it
Call her "Billie Jean," I like the
"Thriller" before I "Beat It"
Conceded when she shake it but I like it like that
Throw it at me even harder just to see me react
See if it's wack, in fact see what Nelly about
I thought that ass was a fluke until I went to her house
You see mama got ass too, her sister Keesha and Sue
Her cousins, aunts and nieces start walking in by two
Like who's trying to keep they composure now
I'm feeling it can't nobody hold me down
Nobody told me how crazy groupies and coochies can get
In the back side under the stage trying to hit
And I'm like "Baby girl I ain't that kind of guy"
Let me at least let me go get a condom I ain't trying to die
I might be high but I'm not that damn high!

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Ali]
Oh lord my dick hard call the nurse (why?)
It's getting worse fat asses I gotta flirt
It was me Mo and Murph, Kyjuan was with his earth
Playing pussy it hurt, smoking, passing the smirks
Popping bottle after bottle I'm like "Here we go
again"
Posting it up in the club thinking "Is he got a win"
My chrome shoes went from Barry to Larry Hughes
Emmitt's 22's now its Jordan's I cruise
But anyway Fo Sho I'm from the show me let me show you
To drunk and out of town trying to kiss you like I know you
In the middle of the dance floor caught the man's attention
Wiggle Wiggle do your thug's hydraulic suspension
Did I mention long Ohhh, "What the fuck is going on?"
Your body banging ma' I got to take you home
Cool lets break, to the house on the lake
Man this is great I'm dealing with high stakes

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

ali - crucial

(Chorus: Murphy Lee)
These streets, is way too crucial
I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
These streets, is way too crucial
I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes

(Hook: Ali)
I keep the same flock, treat em good
Get they mind right, and take em out the hood
Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though
Buy em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough

(Ali)
Like Presents, she worked at the liquor sto'
So I don't pay for blunts or them bottles of Mo'
She got the hookup, she loves to bone
She love the way the new Q sittin' on chrome
She love the way the hood, talk about it
How it used to be rowdy, calmed down and got bout it
I can't doubt it, it's deep more than just sexin'
It's conversation buildin' the Earth based on lessons
Pussy ain't shit without a brain behind it
Got these queens actin' like hoes simple-minded
Never overzealous, I gasp at what a lady tell us
Keep it peace to God, love Allah, never fellas

(Chorus: Murphy Lee)

(Hook: Ali)

Like Moon she conservative, stackin' the funds
Manage Foot Locker so I keep Air Force Ones
We sit and talk, net game, net lost
Portfolio, she a broker I bought
Two cribs in Spanish Lake, one in Burlington down
She put me on at no fees, just me around
It's sufficient, ate your momma Diva in the kitchen
Veggie burger with cabbage, fresh water lavish
She study and meditate, part-time student
Work a lot, only I can hit the spot
Showin' self-control, controllin' my soul
Easy come, easy go, but all women ain't hoes

(Chorus: Murphy Lee)

(Hook: Ali)

(Ali)
Like Crane that's my boo, I got nothin' but love
She got a fat ass she work at the gentlemen's club
Straight freaky, straight kinky, straight wild
She like to ride but she love dogs with style
Only if her son ain't home, even though we grown
That's somethin' she want him to come to on his own
So we do a lot at Radisson and Embassy Suites
Sometimes we don't make it, end up in the backseat
She go to Fontbonne, low cuts to class
Keeps the boys horny, and the faculty mad
But it's real with me, do you I got the back
Cause me and you connectin, it's hard to find that

(Chorus: Murphy Lee) x2

ali - 360

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ali - beast

(Bridge - Ali)
It's the S, the T, the L, the O
And the U, the I, the S, St. Louis

(Chorus x2 - Ray Ray and Ali)
Ray: Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Ray: Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Ali: Dodge the beast, (Whoop), we see 'em comin'
Ali: Fuck them we ain't runnin' we all seventy

(Verse 1 - Ray Ray)
When you least expect it, I watching every move
That you down packed, I'm city slick without the Lou
Hell yeah, I got some shit to prove
First of all I never left St. Louis, I took a piece of it wit me
In '93, set up camp in ATL, I was 69in'
Before y'all cats started diamond mining'
Cause the Freak Nick turned me out, I always new that
Years they depieced trees applied the woo wat
Here comes another nigga from the MO, think I'm scared of the
mic
For this I waited a long time, haters wanna block my shine
Cause the way of my words are put together plus I'm still in my
prime
Ray-mon, raised above the Lou, straight out the Westside
In the Guinness Book World's endless is where it's classified
Ali made it happen, gave me some shine
Trife drop a track so I, made up a rhyme
Jump in the lab, chemistry a perfect blend
Created this vaccine like the medicine men
I'm bout to use you for the guinea pig
Oh in a matter of fact, the side effects are real killin' the
whack

(Chorus x2 - Ray Ray and Ali)
Ray: Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Ray: Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Ali: Dodge the beast, (Whoop), we see 'em comin'
Ali: Fuck them we ain't runnin' we all seventy

(Verse 2 - Ali)
Oh ain't it bad I destroy the nerve, battle boy, natural high
cap
Fuck, Donna in the CD, half in the tray me and Ray the boy
Triston, lis-non for flaws, analyzing all of y'all
Been in corners in the grenada we took it back troops
Suits, hittin wells to loot, niggas can hoop
Jumpin' like the G Money, gimme my money
Poised off when he went to see, two honeys
I like that, change the CD it's has mat
Signin' autographs, as we got gas
Tim Woodrow wit dubs, on the low, showing love
Wit one light, two young niggas in the club
Animal House natural fitteds, one leg girl don' did it
Drop run to raw, the second, flo' wit it
Paid still castle point, high lawn hazel wood
Err where it's all good, as we

(Chorus x4 - Ray Ray and Ali)
Ray: Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Ray: Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Ali: Dodge the beast, (Whoop), we see 'em comin'
Ali: Fuck them we ain't runnin' we all seventy

(Bridge - Ali)
It's the S, the T, the L, the O
And the U, the I, the S, St. Louis

ali - intro

Yo, my name is Taquell A.K.A Baby Poppa
Told ya I know ali
Yall thought I was playin
I told yall I know the Lunatics
Leezy, Nelly, Spud, Murph AND Kyjuan man
I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in the streets
It's over fo' real
Now next time Baby Poppa tell you somethin
You better listen
So keep your ears open cuz it's Ali
Heavy Starch let's go
Yo, Ali, Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Say it again
Heavy Starch
Do it like we do Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Leezy fo sheezie with Heavy Starcheezy
What's up Ali
Hey Ali Heavy Starch
Peace to Ali comin from Son keepin it real, luv
Yo what's up Ali
Shouts out to Big Lee yea
Ali
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Big Leezy with the Heavy Starch
What's crack-a-lackin Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Hi Ali Heavy Starch
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

ali - missing you

Radioreul kyeogo nuwosseo
Jami an ol geol almyeonseo

Dasitto maeumeun nal ikkeulgo gane
Da itgo saneun neoegero

Beolsseo gin sigan jina ijen nado
Naega ichyeo jil mando hande

I'm missing you dareun saranghae bwado
I'm missing you neol miwohae bwado

Naneun neobakke mollasseo geurae nega jeonbuyeosseo
I'm missing you I'm missing you

Namaneun dareul jul arasseo
Geu heunhan ibyeoreul bomyeonseo

Sarange apeugo tto muneojineun
Saram naega doegin sirheunde

I'm missing you joheun sarammannado
I'm missing you neol dannyeomhae bwado

Naneun neobakke mollaseo geurae nega jeonbuyeoseo
I'm missing you I'm missing you

Ireolsurok nae sangcheoman gipeojyeo gado
Wonhago wonhaneunde

Still loving you nae majimak sarang
Still loving you nae mot ijeul saram

Haruharuga jinaseo sewore mudyeojindaedo
I'm missing you

ali - no

Yo, All the fans we love yall
we gon make one fo the haters like fuck that

(Ali)
Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion
below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit
Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get
Style we all that to the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out
If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the BeeGee's
Please be awarre we don't carre
Do you like us?

(Chorus)
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just
said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just
said no

(Murphy Lee)
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers
A wild little bity doin lunatic rules
To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules"
I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin
See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc
I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
I'm gon run niggas out of town
Naw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crown
Royal, Blue Jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here?

(Chorus)

(Kyjuan)
Swervin excursion limited fo 12's
Fo amps don't know what my limit is
Ive been packin 22's like Emmitt did
I've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ is
New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin
Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women
Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4's
No love fo hoes
Change them like clothes
Hit em like switches then I pass them on
We all know dats how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same hoes
Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the utha side of College Encarta
For starters I know both yall smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask
She said...

(Chorus)

(Nelly)
I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found
Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City
My g's getting depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin like B round looking for my Whitney
Heel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is right
Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight
It aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug
Ok?
(Chorus)

Uh Oh
North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
West side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh

That's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
she libel to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
it look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin

ali