Lyrics:
Deep down in Louisiana
Back in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived
Well down the Mississippi highway
Into New Orleans
I said everything is going ok
I got my hillbilly ride
And my gal by my side
And we're doing
deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back 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
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
get some drinks out [yea]
Just walked in the crib you the first one that I'm calling
Met a lil baddie and I think she from New Orleans
Just flew to San
And shout out my Uncle Dale man
Always showing out
Way out in New Orleans
Hope I'm making you proud
And just know at every moment
Carolines looking right down
and dogs run free
Oh baby, it's time to leave
Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans
Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens
Five-foot
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 many
screamin' story of how we made it all this way
Brand Blvd. way, to a desolate road in New Orleans
Don't you know - there's a place bums like us can go
Don't
the day I die
H-Town, Atlanta, you love it the most
D-Town, New Orleans represent third coast
(Chorus - 2x)
[Lil' Keke]
Don't knock the hustle man it's
St. Louis got crazy hoods
[P] Oakland Compton Watts wearin the hoods
[S] Yo true indeed, Louisville
Boostin Houston got CRAZY hoods
[P] New Orleans
Choke you man, rabid wolverine hold
My habit is like gold member
Control you with my odd scepter
New Lord and savior
Rapping eating a starburst, reds
na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Well, I dropped by a church house, tried talkin' to the man
Can't tell him
to get someone to buy us forties while we smoking
Pass it to my bro killer Cali but I call it dosha
Cause I'm heavy influenced by New Orleans and Georgia
You were a ten, ten years ago
Am I right, who you calling?
Maybe New Orleans
Where your Mother lives with your brother's kids
Because he locked up cause
And thought she would profit
Just like me she found out what true love is about
Anyway she's in New Orleans It would never work out
Oh she seemed to be crying
This your boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get used to it
to blame for New Orleans?
Why the poorest people always get extorted by corporate giants
We don't boycott, we buy in and I find it unfortunate, yeah
Me
relate to my problems
This take all the way back to
The days I was starvin’
Caged in apartment, youngen
Country-Cajun from Mazant, new Orleans
Raised in
no vest
Knowin' them bullets might just still hit me
Take a chance, mama took a chance by having me
I think I can make a masterpiece
In New Orleans
shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid,
Sometimes after midnight Billy drives through New Orleans
Straight to the French Quarter there's a man he has to see
The music is a raging like a city
machine like I'm Wallace
5am needing my coffee
I got that bag, boy I'm balling
Feel like AD in New Orleans
I float on the water surface
Lost man, I ain't
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