Lyrics:
, from the west bank to the east.
No matter where you live, drop that beat, we buck jump in the street.
I'm so New Orleans, being petty is how we roll.
ooooh
[Chorus]
Pixel paradise, a world full of dreams full of dreams
Where heroes were born, and villains scheme villains scheme
In pixel paradise, I
by the old bayou
You've never seen
You've never seen those Cupid doll queens
Like they got 'em in New Orleans
And, oh, they love you like no one
And as for Lady Bevan (14)
We were both in labor, that's true
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I played the uke with Vernon Duke
So well in Dubuque
all about scat
He's the father of it all as a matter of fact
Louis was a legend in New Orleans
And the Louisiana Dixieland scene
He made a decision
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
because I'm gifted
And this project is brilliant"
GQ: GQ: You were born
In Long Beach, California
But moved to New Orleans at age
5 when is the first
Time
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
bickin back bein bool
on tha eastside,
im in the new orleans where the blood at the beehive,
and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential,
cause that is
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the boot
At the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House
blind you
They're new everyday, old as the fall
The fall
And I was born in the mess of it all
Every day, every way, every
Every cheap imitation
Stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (Dior, dior)
Right on his back, that's a blue beam (Huh), spooky
Not known, lil' boy, you a goofy, like whoopty
She
going to... Yes! They were going to NEW YORK!
"ETHELL, we're going to... New York!"
But first they were gonna stop in LAS VEGAS...
It's off
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
scare, the new crime wave
A social faux pas we might be committing
And endless hazards in the environment of
Which we were not aware
With the increasing
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
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
and the river of mud
[Chorus]
Let me know!where I can go to save my soul?
Let me know!where I can go to save my soul?
New Orleans new Orleans
It's where
WHERE ARE ZOO IS
(IT’S FREE!)
It’s Christmas in…
We’re Christmasin’
It’s Christmas in St. Louis
here is the news)
(You can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)
(Can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)
Wolf hiding in
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