Lyrics:
the game, before it's too late
Keep moving even if you make a mistake, mistake
New Orleans girl, she's gat that sauce
You can tell even by the way she walks
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one
If I'd listened
by the old bayou
You've never seen
You've never seen those Cupid doll queens
Like they got 'em in New Orleans
And, oh, they love you like no one
what
This is my jam
This is my shhh... what
This is my jam
This is my shhh... what
This is my jam
Alright, everybody's gotta have this by now
There
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
We jam r&b
We jam screw
We jam r&b and screw
Yeah we from the hou
But you don't gotta be
To understand too
We both from the bottom
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
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
Hoist up a few tall cool
by 4 too
Huh, ever see it? 16, 12, and 6. Yea
Hey Jerry, what song is that? Live. What's that? Um
Only one here, go for it. How about there's a house
I'm up next, just, by the way I'm scoring
Racks on me and they fallin'
Ballin' like New Orleans
Feelin' like the man when I pull up to the function
Nah
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, to where I long to be.
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, where I long to be.
Yes, in my poor lonely mind,
Attention,
This is a interruption.
Stay tuned for a message from the Godson.
Jam, whoa, jam.
Jam, jam, jam for me, Teddy.
(Teddy's jam, yo.)
Sauce Orleans we can party up on bourbon street
I'm from a city where them killers and them jackers be
Them choppers have a nigga running like
the witch-queen oh
Of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it might seem
Of zombie voodoo gris gris
And the witch-queen of New Orleans
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
Balenciaga Amiri Jeans and Bally Shoes
Emline, Casablanca, Gucci and Lou
The type of time in New Orleans when we slide through
Polo down or McQueen
Coast to New Orleans and North
Carolina
Give a fuck what them New Orlean do
You know how I do
Mashin on 22's
I got a caddy to it
And a jag
Monde we'll share a beignet
Hot chicory sip by sip
Imma lick the powdered sugar clean offa your lips
When I take you down to New Orleans
We're gonna
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
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
county line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
It's gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin' from place to place
The looks on their face ain't no
That's the joint that's the joint
That's the joint that's the joint
That's the joint that's the joint
That's the joint that's the jam
Play it again
One night in New Orleans on a Super Bowl Sunday
In a bar with a big screen TV
She was there with some girls they were down from Montreal
And she
rather seduce me
Now everytime she hear my name she salute me
Bitch nigga do you cause I know Imma do me
Born from New Orleans you gon
Have to shoot me
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