Lyrics:
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
This Chopper City gang (gang), we call this shit the mob (mob)
You in New Orleans and I don't like you, I'm gon' get you robbed (get you shot)
You in
seldom seen
Down in Mississippi and New Orleans
Motherfuckas know about the D-O dub not he on buzz
Not he on drugs and she on cuz
DJ Khaled aqui on cuz
New Orleans where
We hustle in the heat
And enough work’ll have the
Cops hustlin’ for me, shit
Little city but ain’t nothin’ here for free
I’ma uptown
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
New Orleans, Dallas Texas
Mississippi All over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rocking those diamonds and pieces
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
I met a young man down in New Orleans
Where the sky is blue and the trees are green
He told me bout a shack by the riverside
With a welcome mat
bounce, bounce
My checks don't
Bounce, bounce, bounce
New Orleans
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Chicago
Bounce, bounce, bounce
In Juno
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bitch
down my old boulevard
If they digging me, Then I put them in my garden
Should've seen me coming like the storm in New Orleans
Sent them a warning,
all that he had and did his best
with ten dollars to his name he bought some liquor for the train
and headed out to put New Orleans to the test
He said
Down in the city of New Orleans
Where the dikes are high with the water seen
Lived a girl from the hills of Clarinode
If I were a king or a betting
Looking for the way to New Orleans
Via Walt Disney World
Flying Pancm to Dixieland, trying to find my girl
Got off the plane at JFK,
I was searched by
Well I dreamed I got laid
Down in New Orleans
By a girl who didn’t look like once bitten twice shy
At that time I figured out
How to forget about
of New Orleans
Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf
What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art
I'ma say 300k ain't even in
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back in the pines among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived
Way down 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
Well down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens
There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
keep kickin' it
And I'm knee deep in it and I hold it down
Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisianan-uptown
I hit it how I live, it ain't just
on) U.K. (come on) come on down!
New Orleans (come on) Little Rock (come on) B-More (come on) come on down!
Memphis (come on) Utah (come on) Jersey
wooh, Sammy be, be, you got it like that
I know you got it like that
Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man
New Orleans got it like that
New York
The old man told his story
About the years gone by
How he played his horn down in New Orleans
In some old dingy dive
"I knew 'em all back then"
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
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