Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip,
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip.
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist,
I was like the waterboy, now they sayin’, “You can do it!”
I'm Baby Houie, one of the best in the Louie,
Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie.
Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces
Old school cars be trailblazin’ like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses,
I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it.
All got habits Marijuana to static,
By two cats and coats with automatics.
St. Louis is the truth like Sojourner,
Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner.
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge,
Without permission from the St. Lunatics.
White boy translation:
Which individual made the grave mistake of stating that St. Louis, Missouri isn’t up-to-date with current urban trends? I suggest you do not forget my previous status of a member of the St. Lunatics rap clique, nor should you misplace the information of me having much control in the rap industry.
But I digress. Let me restate the fact of my personal upbringing in the fine city of St. Louis, for my body art modification supervisor will confirm this. Similar to the comedic character Adam Sandler played in the 1998 film, The Waterboy, various backers now support my actions verbally.
I’m undoubtedly one of the overall most-successful individuals in St. Louis, for indeed I smoke marijuana, drink alcoholic beverages, and all the while remain dressed in Louis Vutton clothing.
While still on the subject of my hometown, let’s not forget that several local normalities exist, such as rear house porches, Chuck Taylors (a style of Converse shoes), and Air Forces, the popular shoes manufactured by Nike. Vintage cars also “trailblaze”new roadways similar to the NBA team, the Portland Trailblazers.
The females here are all extremely attractive for they have an abundant amount of buttocks. I prefer to call them “gimme girls” for they’re constantly telling me I can have intercourse with them.
We all have personal rituals, whether it be smoking upon cannabis or creating feuds with other fellows. Our personal belongings may also include outer-worn winter clothing and automatic firearms
The city in which I dwell, St. Louis, is indeed free of misconceptions and falsities. It is therefore safe to say that it is the “truth” in an oddly related simile to Sojourner Truth, the American abolitionist born into slavery in the early 1800’s. Another piece of wisdom that we’ve picked up is the fact that we don’t necessarily require a handgun, for we learned the dire consequences of its ownership from one music star, Ike Turner.
My rap clique, the St. Lunatics, act as a virtual toll way granting access to those we deem fit to enter our fair city. Those doing so without just reason may find themselves in a grand dilemma.