Lyrics No - Ali feat. St. Lunatics
Yo,
all
the
fans
we
love
y'all
We
gon'
make
one
fo'
the
haters
like
fuck
that
Old
school
nine
eight
can
you
see
the
Camilion
Below
in
the
celing
wood
with
wheel
on
With
a
flyin'
bitch
some
old
gangsta
shit
Flat
screen
DVD's
smoking
stank
and
shit
Ain't
dat
shit
Sunday
bull
tank
and
shit
Top
down
air
forces
white
tank
and
shit
Ain't
nothing
soft
on
boy
stop
thankin'
it
I
got
a
trophy
at
the
playa
ball
banquet
This
bank
I
get
style
we
all
that
To
the
back
we
all
that
to
the
back
Red
or
blue
new
wall
cap
Pause
that
bull
shit
you
talking
bout
Before
the
people
start
walkin
out
If
you
please
we
succeed
regardless
Shine
the
hardest
and
I'll
sign
an
artist
Longevity
like
the
Beegee's
Please
be
aware
we
don't
care,
do
you
like
us?
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
no
1993
creation
for
steps
of
born
leezys
Wrote
rhymes
in
class,
bored
by
teachers
Church
only
on
easter,
ignore
the
preacher
Do
the
grown
up
at
school
right
under
the
bleachers
A
wild
little
bity
doin'
lunatic
rules
To
this
day
they
be
like
lunatic
rules
I'm
hangin'
wit
the
dudes
that
done
it,
don't
even
stunt
it
You
cats
stay
in
the
back
doin'
too
much
frontin'
See
you
hate
us
like
to
take
risk
son
of
a
bitch
I
really
disc
jockeys
at
home
jockin'
my
disc
I'm
gon'
pretend
y'all
ain't
heard
that
shit
School
boy
5'9
receive
the
hairlines
and
halfway
rich
I'm
gon'
run
niggas
out
of
town
Naw
fuck
y'all
hate
us
I'm
gon
chill
'til
they
run
out
of
crown
Royal,
blue
jack
right
at
the
door
Ay
yo
I'm
Murphy
Lee
can
I
park
my
car?
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
no
Swervin',
excursion
limited
fo
12's
Fo'
amps
don't
know
what
my
limit
is
I've
been
packin'
22's
like
emmitt
did
I've
been
po'
before
know
what
a
limit
is
New
engine
new
paint
ain't
them
D's
spinnin'
Love
rims,
love
lakers,
who
I
love
winnin',
love
women
Spinnin',
grindin'
since
the
beggin'
no
mo'
limits
Drom
tops
cuttys
on
4's
No
love
fo
hoes
change
them
like
clothes
Hit
'em
like
switches
then
I
pass
them
on
We
all
know
dats
how
the
game
should
go
We
all
know
most
of
us
love
the
same
hoes
Like
Carla
the
preachers
daughter
fucked
wit
the
barber
Over
there
on
the
other
side
of
college
encarta
For
starters
I
know
both
y'all
smash
I
didn't
get
no
ass
so
I
had
to
ask,
she
said
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
no
I'm
feelin'
frost
bit
oh
shit
is
he
in
town?
Check
the
paper
weather
say
temperature
goin'
down
Yep
that's
him
he
come
to
make
his
rounds
Tell
him
how
it
feel
ten
mill
skin
found
Beta
not
continue
I
can
show
you
how
Frank
Mill
aww
he
done
flood
it
wit
rounds
Don't
know
what
to
call
me
I
can
think
of
some
nouns
Mr.
Hoe
Hopper,
trick
knocker,
free
city
My
G's
getting
depp
like
P.
Diddy
I'm
feelin'
like
B
round
looking
for
my
whitney
Heel
I'd
take
a
cidney
if
the
stash
is
right
Cocked
fo
legged
and
her
pants
is
tight
It
ain't
got
to
be
fo
eva
it
can
be
fo
tonight
First
class
flight
to
Nellyville
So
how
it
feel
doin'
sit
ups
on
the
virgin
rug
Drinkin'
criss
out
a
mug,
part
boughee,
part
thug,
call
me
bug
okay?
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
No,
no,
I
know
y'all
ain't
say
no
uh
oh
Be
back
in
a
minute
wit
dat
chrome
4-4
And
when
I
get
back
everybody
gone
hit
the
flo
flo
'Cause
I
just
asked
him
was
the
tics
tight
and
I
think
he
just
said
no
Uh
oh,
north
side
one
time
let
me
here
ya,
uh
oh
South
side
one
time
let
me
here
ya,
uh
oh
East
side
on
time
let
me
here
ya,
uh
oh
West
side
on
time
let
me
here
ya,
uh
oh
What,
that's
why
man
yo
breath
smell
like
shit
If
yo
momma
breath
smelled
like
that
nigga
She
libel
to
kill
some
motherfucker
Man
if
yo
momma's
eyebrows
look
the
way
yo's
do
It
look
like
a
caterpillar
layin'
on
her
fo'head
Nigga
yo
momma
snort
anthrax
and
she
still
mobbin'
Album
Heavy Starch
1 Intro
2 I Got This
3 Crucial
4 Ore-Ore-O
5 No
6 Boughetto (feat. Murphy Lee)
7 360
8 Wiggle Wiggle
9 Drop Top
10 Collection Plate
11 Passin' Me By
12 Bitch
13 Beast
14 Cool as Hell
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