Lyrics:
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
in on in my dreams
I met her while I was hitchhiking
From England to New Orleans
She rode shotgun but staid facing me
And I laid down in the back
I
your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card with the old men in
the do' (do')
Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans)
You know the underdog always do it big
[Mannie Fresh]
Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback
Orleans
Wanted man on Mussel Bay
Wanted man in Cripple Creek
Wanted man in Detroit City
Wanted man in San Anton'
But there's one place I'm not wanted
get your mind right nigga (mind right)
And make a pimp bitch
And never put no trust in no trick ass bitch
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay
get your mind right nigga (mind right)
And make a pimp bitch
And never put no trust in no trick ass bitch
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay
sorry I'm heartless
I left you in pain, but I'm just a dawg that's straight out New Orleans
I'm never gon' forget where we started
And it's a bunch
Flag boy
Flag boy
Uptown I'm the Flag boy
On Mardi Gras
Flag boy
Flag boy
Flag boy
Flag boy
They gentrifying
In New Orleans
Gentrifying make
nigga, Ron Isley
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't
bitches they on me
I am so faded of lean
She know that u come from New Orleans
She loving the way that I'm talking
They like how u got rich off
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
in New Orleans
We got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
Who got
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller,
the BG, the BG
Do your dance, hit the whine like BG
Do the BG, the BG
Get that pussy hollerin' like BG
Now twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like
got me walking with the neen
I'm the man up in these streets
Left your dogs hungry
Now they gonna bite 'cause they gotta eat
They playing tricks
dates
When you know he tryna screw
How you think you number one, girl?
You're Tuesday, number two
No cheese no macaroni
You a one trick pony
What you
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
makes me break dance in my room and do some head spins
I’m the King man like New England, in any stadium I take a win man,
I'm intelligent like
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
tricks
You worried bout my old shit but now I'm on some new shit
Had to leave my old hoe I went and got a new bitch
Bro went chopper shopping yeah he said
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
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