Lyrics:
prison
Money hungry hustler that's out for more green
Asking about the boys out there in New Orleans
That's my feel mo' niggas if I play the hood
Ask Jay
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
a coughing bag of bones
Hang around this old town
They'll build you up just to cut you back down
Going down to New Orleans
Gonna make a deal gonna get myself
things
We all kings, turn Vegas into New Orleans
Get cash money with no limit, man we talk green
Woman eavesdrop but sweaty you need not
You can join
I'm just walking, down Tchoupitoulas street (2X)
Got a smile on my faceand
Music in my feet
New Orleans, Tchoupitoulas street
Stop by Rouses, grab
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
real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
(If ya
and bitches on to be trusted
some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
city lights, a minute with new books to read
I feed my man lock down, my
to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's
as a trombone
Down in New Orleans
I'm still blessed by the road
Yeah the highway's my friend
I sow songs like Johnny Appleseed
Wherever I jam
I got a 4-Track mind
a space by the policeman
Gun shots all around over my head
They'll never arrest me man...yeah right
So I look into my rear view mirror
They're closer
president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning
Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David
Demand payment for New Orleans with the best
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I can
on the block, whodi ballin
Representin cup woods, dirty south New Orleans
(Master P)
Humptey Dumpty went to the mall done made a call
Popeye said the spinish
D.C., Somalia, North Philly, Philippines, Houston, New Orleans
All ghettos, all barrios, worldwide
What you know about this poor man's journey
He's
know what I mean, and light a big spliff for New Orleans
[Chorus]
I said yes me still smokin'
Yes me still smokin' (7x)
[PxMxWx]
The indo
place left to go
I'm walking back to Tupelo
My momma was a dance hall queen
From Memphis down to New Orleans
My daddy was a rambling man
Was born with
the boulevard is full of beacoup broads
I'm on the scene full of Henny
New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny
I let em know that I'm a 504 boy
from New Orleans
Said she want me to be her main
Said she had a spot where I can sale a bunch of cane
I don't trust no hoes unless we got the same blood
to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings,
laugh with a memory made of smoke
Give laments for a wet dream I had about New Orleans
Give praise for no punchline to His joke
And the people some call
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
"Chuck Berry, 1957, I think"
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood a log cabin
a kid, went to jail and came home
To my daughter talkin'
I clip ya man, you probably call the sergeant
'Cause you a rat they should gave you
A flashlight
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