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This Goes Out - Murphy Lee



     
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This Goes Out Lyrics


This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Candy paint on D's and fo's
Yo, ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop, kidnap
Snoop Dogg 'Lac
Wit the diamond in the back
I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin' like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin'
And I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
As-salaama lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to
Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit

I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em
And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' keep the night goin'
Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live 'cuz
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo's
Naps, rock, skit West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts like acrobats
Now dip wit ya nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack
Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't hard to get at
I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in Cali 'cuz I stay in the traffic
This goes out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's
Yo, yo, step in the party like
Sippin' on Bacardi like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like
It's gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us homey?
I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I can't complainin'
It's crazy I can't explain' it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track 'cuz we gonna rock and roll
I huff and puff until my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City
We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz homey we ain't never sleepin'
But I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, 'cuz you can get it
This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck
Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a nigga go
I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get cake
Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5
I represent that money
I ain't scared to throw my shit up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch
I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck

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Murphy Lee was born Torhi Murphy Lee Harper on December 18, 1979 , to a single mother in St. Louis, MO. He was raised in the University City neighborhood of St. Louis County, MO. Lee was raised with older brother Kyjuan and their sisters and younger brothers. After first appearing on co-St. Lunatics member Nelly's 1st release Country Grammar in 2000, Lee went on to work with some of the elite in the rap industry including Jermaine Dupri, Lil Wayne and Ying Yang Twins, among others. Releasing his debut solo album Murphy's Law in 2003, Lee won a Grammy Award for the song "Shake Your Tailfeather" featuring Nelly and Sean "P-Diddy" Combs. The album would eventually go platinum, continuing the record-breaking streak that the St. Lunatics started back in 2001.

In 2006, Lee became the owner of Good For You Cafe, now with two successful locations in the St. Louis metro area. Lee's cafes not only specialize in vegetarian dishes, but also offer a wide variety of meals that everyone can enjoy. Lee has also expanded his business ventures with the advent of his own locally-owned and operated music label UC-ME Entertainment with his brother Kyjuan. Lee has released three independent releases of mix tapes, and has appeared on albums of artists that are currently signed to his label. Some of these include younger brother Futurre's group Da Camp, locally notorious R&B goddess Zee, Potzee and QUOR 03.

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