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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 ever have nothin man
It's a good evenin here, Ceddy St.
This right about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, real teller
gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him some love, to 'em Bun

B]
Thank for comin to see me this 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 on, the mic I explode
Slow all that mayne just like my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in mode
where I could black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they clothes and I '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 money of mind, any day and time
That's what is and shit ain't no shame in mine

[Interlude: Bluesman St. Louis ad libbing]

B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the
Ready for war so get to the battle
Niggaz is babies with and rattles
The street is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin up
You got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
You actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind on money you need to get smart
I'm known to 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
a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks when you cop a cookie?
We after paper, you after the
You bet me and you lost, pay the bookie

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad

Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I like we done found another tune (tune)
They gon' try to to be like 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 ain't 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 when you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he (no)
He can only 'em in the studio when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the we come colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista the pain of a cobra
Flame and I'ma show ya, the of a soldier
Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til over

[Outro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad