Lyrics:
when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
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
the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam
die by the trigger
Look, I'm so, I'm so (what), I'm so New Orleans
I tried to leave the streets but the streets keep callin'
And rest in Peace to Tokyo
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Let me tell you a little story about a girl I love
From down in Louisiana southwards by the Gulf
She's a little gritty but she's real pretty
Goes by
What's going on
I am having fun in New Orleans
Side by side
Looking for some heat
Kicking in the bars
Ride the boulevard
Blowing my trumpet
In the Bourbon
gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under water,
fuck around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster,
and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im
And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
I heard
Oh my god
Oh my god
Yeah I like to jam
Yeah I like to
Jam for something
One big lie
One big lie becomes a monster
Terrorizing every scene
People run
South Central, I'm on my way to the East Side
We high, blazing like crazy, we don't know why
Feeling good as fuck on a hot-ass day
And it's a pool jam
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
good as fuck on a hot-ass day
And it's a pool jam right around the way
Niggas got hoes but ladies in the world
They wanna play with the minds like
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
that
Let's do it
[verse 1:]
You want me to jam I'm finna enta
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne)
Got
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
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 missing you
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 missing you
to get you wetter than Katrina, going New Orleans on you
Why, oh why
You got that my, oh my
You got that water, by the water when I slide, I glide, oh
fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
I heard
and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the South
Ham hocks and turnip greens
Hog jolls
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
You're the reason that I live
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
You're the reason that I live
I'm free
We want a Jesus Jam
We
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