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All The Way To St. Lou
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chingy
Chingy
Performer
Eric Coomes
Eric Coomes
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Banner
David Banner
Composer
Howard Bailey
Howard Bailey
Composer
Nathaniel Hale
Nathaniel Hale
Composer
George Bennett
George Bennett
Composer
Huford Benjamin Brown
Huford Benjamin Brown
Composer
Anthony Ferguson
Anthony Ferguson
Composer
Robert Lyn
Robert Lyn
Composer
Jackie Mittoo
Jackie Mittoo
Composer
Leroy Sibblis
Leroy Sibblis
Composer
Ogilvie Fitzroy Simpson
Ogilvie Fitzroy Simpson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Banner
David Banner
Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg) (Verse One) (Chingy) Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast, lunch and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock Come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack Where you at. (Nate Dogg) (Hook) Back one more again it's Nate Dogg One day I might stop but not now My game to damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew (David Banner) Man them laws looking for me man (Nate Dogg) Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou (Verse Two) Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head Making a revoulution listening to dead prez He say, She say i don't curr what they said Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs Lord don't let em put me in my death bed For my son, nieces and newphens life I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead I hope society will let my love spread Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead. (Hook) (Verse Three) (G.I.B.) We take no shit from No nigga that's flossin
Writer(s): Nathaniel D. Hale, Howard Earl Bailey, Jackie Mittoo, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Robert Lyn, Fitzroy Ogilvie Simpson, Huford Benjamin Brown, David Banner, Headley George Bennett, Leroy Anthony Sibblis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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