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[Intro: Bluesman St. Louis]
Please settle downs, everybody sit
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn off the table
(It's a Big E beat!) now, shit
This is, this is why we don't ever have man
It's a evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right here to bring to the stage
is a gentleman Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, real story
Real gangsta, a veteran of the bid'ness
show him some love, talk to 'em Bun

B]
Thank y'all for comin to see me evenin (yeah)
Cookin this cajun I it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't plan on
The king of the 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I
Slow all that bangin just like my load
Don't me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They is golden (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
get money frame of mind, any day and time
That's what is and shit ain't no shame in mine

[Interlude: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

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

[Interlude: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

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

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]