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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!) C'mon now,
This is, this is why we don't ever nothin man
It's a good here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right here about to to the stage
is a gentleman Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, singer, real story teller
Real gangsta, a true veteran of the
show him some love, talk to 'em Bun

B]
Thank for comin to see me this evenin (yeah)
Cookin this I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't on leavin
The king of the trill's to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I
Slow all that bangin mayne like my load
test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could just black out and yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and Beamers I 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty hoes I 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they and I have 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my dick is
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 this is and shit ain't no shame in mine

[Interlude: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the
Ready for war so get to the battle
Niggaz is babies bottles and rattles
The lights is on, it's your 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 play the part
Yo' mind on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts land in the center
in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the in the winter
I'm grippin wood (shit) just got a splinter
a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks when you cop a cookie?
We after paper, you the nookie
You bet me and you lost, pay the bookie

[Interlude: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

Twista~!
They can run in my shoes, they know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the (yup)
Competition better harder cause I feel like 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 keep my lyrics (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even the a cappella ('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 him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't it, I told ya
It's nothin but lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista inflicts the of a cobra
Flame and show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home killin niggaz in the game, 'til it's over

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]