There was a place in East St. Louis, it was nineteen fifty-nine. When they played they filled the streets with music, that lonely Blue-note music that
levres piments Ses yeux vitrines refletent les tattoos sur le ciment La St-Laurent fiere comme une Italienne Une Ferrari dans la nuit americaine La St-Denis, les blues
old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+) Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis
Depuis Marco Polo Des melanges de sang Depuis San Francisco Tu portes sur ta peau Des cicatrices rouges Mais tu sauras bientot Chanter le St-Louis blues
heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis
get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!) I might fly by you in that Diablo (HEY!) I'm leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle (HO!) In three
prove that you wit' a nigga for sure You know I'm young and a thug, so I got issues I did them St. Louis blues, I done paid them dues, ay But nevermind
king kong's are writin songs Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home Check the background, St. Louis
That Drop Got A Buick Thats Green, The Same Color My Snot Lil Daddy, You Aint The Shit, You Might As Well Get Off The Pot That's Some New St. Louis Shit
got to Hold on, hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to Just hold on. Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis
in the urr Plus I'm ridin dirty so you know that I don't curr [Unk:] Ay, I'm comin down the street, rollin and smokin 'dro St. Louis and Mosley Park
in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me I got those St. Louis blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues My man's got a
where nothing is new Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light Ohh, I'm drowning in you I left St. Louis, City of Blues In the midst of a storm
you dun like me I ain't gonna do the right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in your ice tea, choke 'em While I sex 'em like Ike T. St. Louis ain't