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

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

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

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

[Interlude: Bluesman St. Louis ad libbing]

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

[Outro: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]