Lyrics:
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
she's got rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Say has anybody seen my
Sweet gypsy Rose?
Oh, I know when Mary Jo's been dancin'
Here in New Orleans
It's a southern road west of New Orleans
I'm fightin' off a cold
From these winter rounds
Houston
She's just around the corner
But I think I'll
fellow swoon
So they went on down to New Orleans
To elope under the moon
He took her by the riverside
To give her the heir-l-l-l-l-loom
Well the next day
Livin' beyond my means, don't know how I'm gonna get by
Livin' beyond my means, don't ya know a man's got to try
Don't know how it started, all I
the streets don't hear it
Two faced yo case revealing
People that hated me then
The people that's loving me now
Ion do no new friends
By myself when you see me
to the death
New Orleans Third Wall Magnolia
Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga
I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga
You know
She smoked Gul-wahs with a black man
Six foot two, white shirt, pointed shoes
They danced, locked together in slow time
While a New Orleans man played
my last name
Came from slave masters and New Orleans projects
It’s a black thang
Please stop asking what I came to do
My speech is layman’s proof
Tired of the Titti bars
And da New Orleans saints
I'm from KC
What da Fuck do you think
I been working all winter
Now I'm gone break the bank
Brought baby
fearing Tha God
Son you niggas feds
Y'all nobody through the fire
CK through my lens (CK)
Ima have bookoo money
Driving in a Benz
In New Orleans
That Voodoo
100 with my top back, they wondering how I got that
They don't like that, they don't like that
Got a new red bone waiting on me
Her old man be hating
I know I don't need it but I want it right now
A Rubiks cube, Nike Killshot shoes
And a history book on New Orleans blues
Toothpaste and Amazon brand
You feel like a french cafe
In the french quarter of New Orleans
A plate of warm beignets
In a quiet corner with a bag of pralines
As I watch you
bebey you got that booty, down in New Orleans on sets of the movies, life is different from the struggles I'm use to, chow hall style they serving food
I've been down getting kicked by the system
Livin' like a dog full of hopes and dreams
Till the man made one mistake
And I made my break down to new
Orleans
Two times for my homies locked in the pen
Three times for shorties on they grind
Money on they mind don't need a man can pay they own rent
Now
on the line
Cause the money keep calling
Imma keep rising
While you keep falling
Bitch is so thick
Like she from New Orleans
Giving good brain
But she ain't
make it still up out the worst
Turn can't pay the bills to jet skiing in the Turks
Judge a man not by his words but by all his works
These cats renting
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
man, I know you gon' change
Getting money, fuck being cool with lames
Free Tay K, he a Crip, he insane
This ain't this New Orleans, that Saint
And she
down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by
I get high, and I love to get low
So
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
An all-day trip from New Orleans, more than three bucks for a short call
She tried hard to hide it but it's clear I broke her heart
As if I took a mower blade,
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