[Ali]  I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo  Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though  Starched up, hit the Amaco  Bought a Philly, sparked up  Lunatics'll blow the park up  Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd  F what you heard, federal roll like a bird  You were, actin funny when you first saw me  Now, I'm makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"  Hell nah trick, I'm picky now  I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now  Hit the door at the club yellin "grip and love"  Met me with a dub (was it fire playa?), what  Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke  Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes  Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down  I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure    [Murphy Lee]  With the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched  M-I-S, show your rifle, we just too much  We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, this ain't alarm  Once hear sounds, get down, hope you Lucky like Charms  Lunatics will explode, OK, call me the Rigga  Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic hitters  So what's up? Let me introduce my click and I  Lunatics, I'm little T rollin ninety miles an hour    [Hook]  And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh  (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)  And you say St. Louis City  (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)    [Keyuan]  You wild boy, you need to change your whole style boy  Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys  What you gonna try for? You guilty of bein wack  If ??? Louis was your cousin I wouldn't put you on my track  Get some lyrical jack, you know, Neal like Shaq  Now where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my back  It's a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to match  It's a fact, Lunatics gon' put St. Lou on the map  I put St. Lou on my cap, and it's obvious see  Keyuan's true when he rap, is you mad at that?  A handsome man, 'cause all the rats that I flash  Be havin some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap  Got 'cha    [City Spud]  Want some, get some  'Cause everybody on my team could give some  You know my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough son  From the clit, what, with the gun son  Work it down, freak it any way you want son, uh  Is he really real with the skill son, uh  Did he make a mil with the skill son, uh  Gotta make 'em dance in this here son, yeah    [Hook]    [Nelly]  In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffee  Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty  Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm  I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "nelly, you lost 'em"  Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.  Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play  Run and ask your lady  Smokin hay-hay-haaay  I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all  Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya  Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage  Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah  Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up  ??? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire  To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah  Lunatic for hirrrrrrre (hahahahaha)    [(Hook) 2x]