Lyrics:
They drew the chalk line Dupre St, New Orleans
Sheriff said he'd seen it all before
He put us on this raft just trying to ignore
His passion holding
I'm making it drip
When it rain
I pull up
They know my nane
It's a rockstar party
Jamming out
Ferrari
Beat the game
New Orleans
(Yeah)
I was given
my thoughts, it's crazy how they can control you like vandals
I don't play by no rules, I'm cancelled
That new shit getting old, old news is past due
My favorite TV shows, man
There's SportsCenter, ESPN News, Pardon the Interruption
Um, Around the Horn
Uh, Quite Frankly, um, Outside the Lines
I met and old man on a gray hound, on my way down to New Orleans,
He started talking in the back seat, he pulled out a flask and passed it to me.
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
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
My last name is not Angelo
I did not row the boat ashore
I’m not your former lover or
An archangel
I did not split to New Orleans
Followed by a blue
alive with a quick high-five, and take a cab back to New Orleans
You gotta step out on the town sometime
Believe you me if you like
A horn man named
free
Look at my scars
Buy a house by the lake Maybe New Orleans
Speed through the city and end up in a car wreck
Green blue eyes like forest
Food on my
a cell in New Orleans I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
Talked of life
He laughed,
tapping our computers and telephones
What is Al Queda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by our government's
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional
politician
When the whole of New Orleans is drowning in brine
I'm not mistaken it was Darwin's position
That the hole in the levee was caused by intelligent
everyday
How hard we work and we play
I'm one hundred for mines
And I hustle to grind
We stunt and we shine
New Orleans state of mind
Cash money
No limit
that
Like that
Uh, 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
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
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
stomp on the scene
It's the akhi Donny docky from the West Bank New Orleans
Drink up a line
I get crunk
Go catch a play
I score and dunk
Leave something's
it, as long as the blues calling (yeah yah)
I put a hex on the fit i feel like new orleans (i feel like new orleans)
I'm just shooting straight
New Orleans, from Mississippi
Now I know you hold the key to unlock the door
From low pros, she rolls with gold things, we riding for sure
So tell me
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
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