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Canal Street Blues (Papa Bue Jensen) · Canal Street Blues (King Oliver) · Canal Street Confidential [Deluxe] (Curren$y) · Canal Street Confidential (Curren$y) · Canal Street Confidential (Future) · At the Foot of Canal Street (John Boutté) · Canal Street Confidential (Curren$y) · Canal Street Confidential [Deluxe] (Curren$y) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · Louis Prima Orchestra (Louis Prima) – and 90 other albums »


I'm standing with you on your roof
Looking at the chemical sky
All purple blue and oranges
Some pigeons flying by
The traffic on canal street's so
on ya ass like a root canal

Get fucking up shit like the trench coat mafia
Unbelievable how we popping ya

Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be
and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here

So
it, hey they keep it real as fuck
We goin' to House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Frerret, across the street from
but it's really rap money
Twenty  for a hoe and that's really trap money

B.A.
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy,
This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis 
Blue chronic for breakfast,
between trains
Canal Street, just lookin' at rings
Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it cost

Korean man brushin' me off
For
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues

St. Louis blues, they were all the news
it, hey they keep it real as fuck
We goin' to House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Frerret, across the street from
bought the House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Freret, across the street from Babosca
But first I'm 'bout to snatch up all
don't fear death
I'm so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink 'em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I'm Michael Phelps
Louis
them to each other as you hum Saint Louis Blues,
Or if you're forty-six years old and never have been kissed,
Go kiss an analyst, a psychoanalyst
through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue

Look at Mami eyes blue, five two
I approached her hi boo, how you?
Tony skin Louis, oh you fly too
You
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
The streets of St. Louis call it survival (Hey!)

[Kyjuan]
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (Ho!)
You see the Cutlass Supreme I'm sitting in?
the five four (HO!)
The streets of St. Louis call it survival (HEY!)

[Kyjuan]
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (HO!)
You see the Cutla**
name is Greg Nice I like to swing
Went to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings
After that, I bought a fur
Then I went to see the lady for a manicure
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2''
I approached her "Hi
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it

Or get it blown from the top gun
throne.
I done put the choke hold on now 
They screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
Ain't in a rush from these streets
I
.50 caliber players mo' fools is .22's
Murder next to my marrow killin' up streets with the blues
Bossalinie, Fetty chico, been around since '89
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
like house pets
Priceless like the streets I'm on, my word is born
You like Paula Abdul-ka-ka compared to Sarah Born?
Sayin', what did I do to be so