only see take me take me you say the words and i'm yours take me take me you just let me know and i'll go (Thanks to Ray Prim for these lyrics)
S, the T, the L, the O And the U, the I, the S, St. Louis [Chorus x2 - Ray Ray and Ali] [Ray:] Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside [Ray:] Take
Movin' faster than your mind, come and catch me now Niggaz see me on stage and wanna ask me out I'm the true original never a hand-me-down When I flash
curls jockin joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live
? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck Me? I ain't even in my prime When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines Catch me hoppin
But I ain't ray Cash Eat Dirt, Taste Gas Straight laugh at these haters who envy This street shit, your whole style is Radio Friendly Look, When it's Prime
And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129 I'll lesson ya, body mass
off Drop the jeans And take out a foot like when you take a sock off I ain't attached to no tooley I quite screwy I just take the Lock off Pop it and
skies of gold and blue tight spots, godliness lost on me and you small hearts that got big intentions never follow through (Thanks to Ray Prim for these
got babies having babies having babies and old folks winding down on a long road with no one there to take care of them i don't understand help me understand
so much a man can take so i'll bend but i won't break so just leave me alone I feel alive I feel alive my friends (Thanks to ray prim for these lyrics
range Run up on me, if you wanna I ain't gon play no games, at all when I'm taking my aim Cause you gonna be, a goner You thinking of taking mine, late
I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town Come around fuck 'em down with my underground Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P. But my hina' hollerin' release me Prime
I ain't ray Cash Eat Dirt, Taste Gas Straight laugh at these haters who envy This street shit, your whole style is Radio Friendly Look, When it's Prime
