Lyrics:
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where
Deep down Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the Evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
(Ballin')
Every summer we drip like New Orleans (Orleans)
Gotta answer cus money is callin' (Callin')
Stick around and I might change your life (Life)
Got her
a mocktail by the ocean
Top-down with our ice shinin' like a snowman
Cook you a crab boil that reminds you of New Orleans
Don't give any time of day
can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where
the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing say can you see
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
The old man told his story
About the years gone by
How he played his horn down in New Orleans
In some old dingy dive
"I knew 'em all back then"
He made it tight and now I'm back up on the scene
Countin' greens
Straight from H-town to New Orleans
New human beings puttin' it down like a mic
you
It's dark headed through Brooklyn, Queens
Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown
South Central, and Watts
New Orleans
treaties, no backing down, no calling quits
Kidd Kidd tell these niggas how quick Buck can get on my New Orleans shit
Like, what ay, say, bro, you must not
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
pimp, I just politic
Bet I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
Bush, rebuild the city, but
[Verse 2]
Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
A blood
Deep down in louisiana close to new orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made
Of earth and wood
Where lived
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made
Of earth and wood
Where lived
Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin
Made of tar and wood
Where
I happened to walk into a honky tonk one night down in New Orleans
Up above the bar hung a big guitar like none I'd ever seen
The neck was set with
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