Lyrics:
the Pontchartrain
I'm haunted by headlights
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
What I
I was sewing hustling working
For the Mardi Gras
Carnival in New Orleans
Im outside
Everybody talking bout
Boy your suit cold
It's only one Super
Lightning in the distance mother nature taking out the tree's
Hurricane coming at us gonna blow way everything
They got pushed by that ole lady
Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
Possessed by the devil's skew
From a shack near the swampland with a mud-pie brick
Marie stirred her witch's brew
shoot like Durant, yeah
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah
Pump up the jam, pump-pump-pump up the jam
(Blocked by James)
between blacks or whites
The vibe is tight big Shaq is on the Mic
So raise up the roof with both your hands wha-wha
And boogie to my pool jam
(Chorus)
Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
[Chorus: x3]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again
[Will I Am]
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
(slam)
I heard the crowd screaming out jam (jam)
I swear that I'm telling you the facts
'Cause that's how I beat Shaq
It's like boom (boom)
I put it
(slam)
I heard the crowd screaming out jam (jam)
I swear that I'm telling you the facts
'Cause that's how I beat Shaq
It's like boom (boom)
I put it
to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
burst my Brain wey dey make me to jam On a steady wo u wou
Girl na you wey dey burst my Brain wey dey make me to jam On a steady wo u wou
I dey jam
of a fatal disease
MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below
Justice served, now watch us bust this herd
In the head with another jam set by the brother
and
The witch queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
Possessed by the devil's skew
From a shack near the swamp lands
Of mud pie brick
Marie
of my bases
Run it in, I got no patience
You see me all through these phases
A ranger you see with the power
My body been shine by the hour
Yeah-yuh,
a lot of sense when I can't afford to get to your show
Mama says she wants to jam but I got an open mic at three
Up here in Michigan while she's gigging
with more than, nuff gyal
'Causing a traffic jam
Uh, yeah
Gimme, uh yeah
Traffic jam, yeah
Keeping me up, oh yeah
Yeah yeah
They come in by car,
their lives will get better
I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads
make some noise
Down in my old basement
We each got 48 pints and the week-end
Gonna jam till the beers go down, down, down
We gonna jam till all
and
The witch queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
Possessed by the devil's skew
From a shack near the swamp lands
Of mud pie brick
Marie
Ooouuuu damn!
Oh my, thank God she’s down to ride
Still ill, Superfried
I gotta keep her by my side
Ooouuuu damn!
Oh my, thank God she’s down to ride
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