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so bright
She want my number shit call me tonight
Pick up the phone like

[Hurricane Chris:]
Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
A peirot pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then crowd
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
A peirot pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then crowd
Hurricane Chris-agist 
Hurricane it don't
Really matta hold me down, and that ain't what you doin so you need to move around
I need somebody that's gon'
probably just with some freaks.
Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by 
Pirogue pole or your natural soul 
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide 
Beer joint lights come on 
And then
Yellow and rose, yellow and rose, yellow and rose.

Oh boy, Botany Bay, watching the water go by.
Here's your home so far away, 
Here is a tear
hurt my arm.

People from bands and labels. The good ones.
Plenty of stunning children. East Bay.
You were from Oakland by way of the Midwest.
I
time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election

[Chorus]

I done been
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by 
Pirogue pole or your natural soul 
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide 
Beer joint lights come on 
And then
a rainy day
I never truly knew who I was working for anyway

The rich or the poor
Who am I working for?
The rich or the poor

When the hurricane hit
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
2x]
I'm standin in the path of a hurricane
Livin on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same
Cause the game so
I felt a stirring of something sacred
Your baby blues were an oasis gave me hope that I could make it
A hurricane of love swept us away in a tempest
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me 
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things 
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic
goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millennium, got me in mo'
Them lies as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool
tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic
as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said