Lyrics:
keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New Orleans
[Chorus: x4]
[Silkk]
I came out the motherfuckin womb, niggas
Stranded but I will never lay down come on
Break out, rise up from oblivion
Rise up, sinners an saints
Break out, rise up from oblivion
Rise up, black
All Saints
The truly indie are independent mate
Not signed to the big dogs and what they say
The X Factor is the current jack-pot lottery
Eluding
real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
(If ya
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
Him, it is visible well I got news
For you, when He comes in
You're going to know He's there you're
Going to know He's around
Picture Christ coming back
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Bentley
Big booty Redbone
And you know that thang pretty
Pants sagging, dickie, fit
Let me go and hit the griddy
Young Nola from New Orleans
So you know
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
You drop a dime in the box play a
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
the fiends coming I got that heisen blue (DOPE)
New Orleans so I'm screaming What It Do (YA HEARD)
Gang like Akatsuki
I like my ramen with my Sriracha
Cook it
dickheads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
The fellas nod
as a babe, coming back down
The other one, bad news, Walter Matthau
It's been
One year since my pops passed
The worst year of my whole life
December 18th, it
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
Nobody ever left New Orleans as mad as I was
I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz
You were right, it got about as bad as it
they are told they're too loud?
Or the one who uses public opinion as their driving sound?
Stop hiding from life
Live it
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
the storm outside
Let it pour 'till I'm breaking through the levies
I'm swimming from New Orleans my course independent
Assort my percentage, no remorse no
to New Orleans
Thought you would come to LA
Live by the ocean
I that truly adore this
I couldn't get you out my head
Now I got another woman in my bed
I
Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint
Bob the Frog
Deepwater Horizon’s oil soaked the Gulf of Mexico
Katrina flooded New Orleans
Sandy - New York
Hurricane Harvey hammered Houston
I'm saint on the latter days
I'm a saint like New Orleans
My messiah is lil wayne
Fuck floating, I hydroplane
You and I are not the sameee
Me and you
Hollygrove to Honolulu (Hallelujah)
Me, Shabba, Buju, the holy ghosts will probably spook you
It's kinda coo coo, it's New Orleans a lot of voodoo
a reload
Peep I'm from New Orleans
Where a villain be ya hero
Big Easy to get a choppa
Big lackin' ya got zero
Slide if a nigga actin' gangsta on the gram
searching for food
People searching for clues, from ghouls searching for fuel
Don't be fooled by their tactics, you're actually getting screwed
The masses are
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