Lyrics:
the Superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita, Rally Chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers and Ying Yang twins
the superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita
Rally chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers
And Ying Yang twins,
of esplanade
That's my whole life in a nutshell
Take it as you will
I can hear that old brass band
Playin' our song down the hill
That's all right
Won't
I've taken lots of chances
But never on myself
Had my share of dreams come by but I
Left them safely on a shelf
Now that time is getting shorter
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
My money making money
So it stacks
And Benjamin be
Everywhere I'm at
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
Watch me
making they hand spin
If it's gang gang
My nigga come throw some bands in
Invest in a school downsize from all the mansion
Beautiful estate but really
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
the keys to frighten my enemies
I select the songs of my favorite mc's
The emotions through my vains make my heart start beating
When i start my car i hear
in my door
This club revolves around you, kid
Everybody in the city feels it
You got the band spinnin' twisted
By the way you move
This club revolves
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?
Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
Say my neck 'bout to break
My chain too heavy (It boutta break)
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)
Born stacking bread like the deli
(I do, I've
by Yes
I made some sense of all my mess mess mess mess (Oh yeah)
So it's true
When you hit that poor ol' roo
It's not the places where you make new
What do you mean that it's time, time for me to grow up?
I don't want any part
It's right to follow my heart
The new kids ran, ran out the back
Turn up everything til you feel it in your spine
Design by a live band to get crowds moving
The rebirth of dancing lets start the movement
Yelling
brass an outcast from the mass is the glass half full or half empty my ministry Increase the literacy prepare like culinary the art of rhyming is fine
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
need to be great at what I reach for
New life, rebirth
Gambled on my future, the result was catastrophic
Lost everything I've ever worked for and my
indefinite, there's no linear time, that cycle I left it
I made sad realms and hell worlds, the lord of death is my own projection
Do not stand by my grave
don't wanna clap and sing along
But this brass bands playing all my favorite songs
I don't wanna enjoy the sights that I see
But I am surrounded by all
around
Though no more than a three day pass
My friend
You said let the song finish
You know how i love this one
Then the tune came up short
cs the band
a good song on when I die
I hope there's a good song on when I pass
Through the gates of heaven with a big brass band
Trumpets, horns, and tubas, I'll go
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
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