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[Intro: Bluesman Ceddy St.
settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the
(It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now,
This is, this is why we don't ever have man
It's a good here, Ceddy St. Louis
right here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from Port Arther,
Real gentleman, real singer, story teller
Real gangsta, a veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him love, talk to 'em Bun

B]
Thank y'all for to see me this evenin (yeah)
this cajun I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I
Slow all that bangin mayne just my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that
where I could black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and Beamers I drove 'em and 'em
Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and 'em
Take 'em out of they clothes and I have 'em
They pussy is (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm when I'm rhymin
I'm to God, like Eric B. I'm in
that get frame of mind, any day and time
That's this is and shit ain't no shame in mine

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad

B]
Back on that so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so get to the battle
Niggaz is with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, your curfew, ske-daddle
all you got G? You comin up short
You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the
You actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind on money you need to get smart
I'm known to darts that'll land in the center
in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the
I'm grippin that wood (shit) got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a
How you got bricks when you cop a cookie?
We after paper, you the nookie
You bet against me and you lost, pay the

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. ad libbing]

Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they know nothin the ones and the twos (nope)
to the drums when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I feel we done found another tune (tune)
gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin up and standin on my stack (stack) a veteran but my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked and I'ma get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't hear it, I ya
It's nothin but bullshit in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista the pain of a cobra
Flame and show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin in the game, 'til it's over

[Outro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad