WOOP WOOP DA LOU

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WOOP WOOP DA LOU

Woop, Woop (da lou)
Woop, Woop (da lou)

We are represnetin
A vizion of givin
We are embracin
The difference
We are a new beginin

Woop, woop da lou
woop, woop da lou

In a day once b4
We were the major force
Now we uprizin and comin at ya
See what we have in store

They tried to sell us out
Leave blight here all around
But the day bringz new
And we know we are down

Woop woop the lou
fire blazin through
Highlightin whats comin
Tommora's bringing da new

We hear all the bad hype,
The haterz and strife
They just ain't believin
We represntin a new fight.

Purina left the square
Then they took my Bud
Butcha gotta believe;
We will build new
Betta than it was

But when I hit the life
washington, the landin
and loop side,
the hot ones keep comin
Ya know its all right

Look around you
See what we do
You dissin on us
But you are so fooled

Woop woop da lou
Stormin on you
We got the power
just like dat Puljos do.

You tell us we are jacked up
But we think we fly
We run ameren up dry
When we give to dem lights.

You say you can crush us
but what are ya on?
Nelly, Chingy and Huey
They got da beat on..

Woop woop da lou
Crashin down on you
If you aint down
With all of this
Then you don't know da hood

Reprezentin the new wave
We want you in our craze
Get to beleiving
We know its our day.

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gregster commented on WOOP WOOP DA LOU

06-10-2010

its the day of invincibility in CHRIST player........woop woop dalou

WordSlinger commented on WOOP WOOP DA LOU

06-07-2010

I have a good friend from St; Louis, and Ive been there before, loved it, hate the traffic tho, ty WS

ontherise1984 commented on WOOP WOOP DA LOU

06-07-2010

You cant knock Saint Lou down till you c how kewl we really r....

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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