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Evangelists I dress all Los Angeles But I love Miami though I act so New Orleans Yes, I go Pistachios That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
on switches, Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans? Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
cream 16 five, everyday, all day Hit me on the door knob 'cause we be ballin', bitch we be haulin' Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans An y'all
16 walking wit a four fifth I’m from Orleans not New Orleans Down the hill boy from the convent Bitch I came up on fortune 2 second walk from the 95
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans Then you can understand just what I mean All through the week it's quiet as a mouse But on Saturday night
Welcome to New Orleans Or should I say where the fiends live Home of the No Limit Soldiers My name is Fiend y'all cluckers better get ready for this
sky, its a bird its a plane, no its I Yea, I holla five on four till they bury me man I'm the father of New Orleans and I'm a family man, you heard me
some makers, no time for a neighbor I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor 'Cause if I do you a favor
He made it tight and now I'm back up on the scene Countin' greens Straight from H-town to New Orleans New human beings puttin' it down like a mic
of young money cash money) Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go) Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal I'm gonna
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
Same shit. Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood. >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York. To Alabama. To motherfuckin
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
[MP (back round):] (LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh [Snoop:] Sup P? [MP:] (Ha ha) That's some real shit where the hot boys at, Where
or Queen B This ain't new news Don't confuse From the dark hues Jazz and blues grew Side by side too Preview what I have in store The tambourine is here
swing low like a chimp Back in eighty-six, then I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So
tough With my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp, back in '86 Then I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New
[Originally by Chuck Berry] Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made
so bad? With my own eyes Saw it with my own eyes With my own eyes So I know its true I saw New Orleans Saw the people left for dead I've
gonna find me trouble knows my name At four in the morning in the city of New Orleans The tables got my money even though my friends had warned me So
to see you ballin' Niggas love it when you callin' Just a youngin' from the Burgh With his brother from New Orleans Really started from nothing Made
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin mad of earth and wood Where lived
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