Lyrics:
Arizona calling saying come hither
She in the Colorado mountains can't get her
Louisiana I was sipping on miller
And having dinner with a Babylon
Arizona calling saying come hither
She in the Colorado mountains can't get her
Louisiana I was sipping on miller
And having dinner with a Babylon
strong, D-game too long
In Line them In & Out, Animal Style Cali Boss
Southern Sauce I'm Louisiana hot
Sweet Baby Rays, Drip Free Willy
Illy- Noise I don't
washing, sing while you're dressing
Carefree and gay
Ho-dle-ay start the day right
Back to the window, up with the window, down with some air
Off with
or serious
Hearing it now is a little mysterious
I'm ruthless I'm reckless
I eat this shit for breakfast
I got syrup on my pancakes
Now what did you expect
washing, sing while you're dressing
Carefree and gay
Ho-dle-ay start the day right
Back to the window, up with the window, down with some air
Off
washing, sing while you're dressing
Carefree and gay
Ho-dle-ay start the day right
Back to the window, up with the window, down with some air
Off with
And butter up the toast
That takes about an hour
Ninety minutes at the most
I like my breakfast in my bed
I could use a bite
Just pick up where you left
the mornin'
Close my eyes I see the yellow line
And the last thing I don't remember
Is hotel room number ten-o-nine
Well I rang downstairs for breakfast
to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
she want some breakfast
But out the corner of my eye I saw my fuckin' dentist
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit
breakfast goosh-goosh
In the caye steam syrup upon the banje
I wish I had some now i'm a Cajun born
I'm a Cajun bred and when I
Die I'll be Cajun dead
If I
I was born on the bayou thirty miles of Lafayette's
My daddy was a Cajun man, Lord he thought us how to plow
I remember Mama's breakfast cush cush
stolen, stolen, stolen
She started dressing like me and talking like me
It freaked me out
She started calling you up in the middle of the night
What's
And a little room in the back
For me and my ole guitar
Gotta stop and fuel up
Every five hundred miles
Give a picture to the waitress eat
A little breakfast
I'm the Little Rock of Arkansas
The Smokie Mountains and a cross cut saw
Louisiana cooking, and a watermelon vine
I'm a tall Georgia pine and I got
I was born on the bayou
Thirty miles of Layfayette
My daddy was a cajun man
Lord he taught us how to plow
I remember mama's breakfast
Cush Cush
And a little room in the back for me and my ole guitar
Gotta stop and fuel up every five hundred miles
Give a picture to the waitress eat a little breakfast
(brought that shit from Alabama)
Making it rain, give 'em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (whoop!)
That gang shit came
dressing
Most of these youngins be flexing yea
I just been counting my blessings
No condom I'm not one to f with
Really I got the check before breakfast
on the checklist
Beat it up
Skeat on her
She gone 4 breakfast
You wanna impress me
Go get ah bag
Or sum
Dead beat bih
I got the top off the whip
Looking naked
I got
Won't catch me around no people dressing up for television
When I put on something snazzy, I'm shooting birds or these bitches, Church
You can't ride
I'll eat this shit no questions
She just a sworn contestant, it's giving green, no dressing
I'm not the one to mess with, I'll teach your ass a lesson
Too many mornin' gotta wake up soon
Oh Lord, and eat my breakfast by the light of 'de moon
Oh Lord, by the light of 'de moon
If you see my
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