Lyrics:
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
with the New Orleans and Northeastern lines which ran between
his home town of Meridian Mississippi and New Orleans.
And Jimmie became able to talk in
the do' (do')
Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans)
You know the underdog always do it big
[Mannie Fresh]
Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback
Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed Eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
But there's still
Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May
{Mystikal:}
Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans
I grew up on second lining and gumbo,
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone
Orleans to the bay
Yo G man it's everyday
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we don't' flip flop
We like
laser cutting
You can't bite me I'm a vamp
From New Orleans son
Call me Nicklaus Michaelson
You should fear me son
I drink your blood in daylight son
I
promise you I know what I'ma do about you
This'll be for girls from the A, to the girls form New Orleans
To girls who ain't never felt love
This'll be
a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how
to Houston's
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China a hurricane in New Orleans
Street dreams tour I showed my ass
Orleans to the bay
Yo G man it's everyday
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we don't' flip flop
We like
was fucking up
I was seventeen, I was eighteen, just doing dumb shit
My moms made me move to New Orleans and shit, I went to school down there
of the feds
And to my Bloods, code red
Man, you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I
me 'fore
He left this bitch
Told me keep doin ya thing
And don't tell 50 shit south in ya mouth
New Orleans hog got a New Orleans gun and
I shoot like
South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They
Pushed me in the corner yeah they won't like what they'll find
Murdered by a song you should call that shit a crime
I was bred in New Orleans
I'm always
There's a hundred thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
and sightless, half-wit boy
But Lewis was my name though I could not say it
I was born and raised in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the river
down to New Orleans
You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my
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