Lyrics:
Well, I heard out in the hills they got pills to get their thrills
And they love their liquor down in New Orleans
Maybe for a New York minute sugarcane
WOP CITY YEH WAY DOWN YONDER TO NEW ORLEANS,
T BONE WALKING TOENAIL DRAGGING ABOARD THAT MYSTERY TRAIN...
WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG & FOOLISH
WHEN
One more round and we must fly away to New Orleans
Take a limo ride to the countryside overlooking Tennesse
We stop the bar-cart in the airport
(Ay)
[Chorus]
Follow my ghetto commandments
You'll gon really see the way that I handle it
You gon' get to be fucked down
Or you gon' get fucked
in a buster, and nigga behind a grind
No dollars no sense don't make weight
I'm moving hay by the way who got the eight
I been making a mother fucking
Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived
had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown birmingham.
[Originally by Chuck Berry]
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made
Deep down in Louisianna
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin
Made of clay and wood
Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
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
interest
This ain't the new, it's the old from way back
Click it or Ticket, man they forcin' us to stay strapped
Act like you know, right now if not ASAP
to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where
Hammer down across Lake Pontchartrain
Headed straight into New Orleans
Gonna have a thrill pick my fancy
Looking for a girl by the name of Nettie
Go
the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again
I got a spring in my step
Slinky when it goes down, like Monica
trouble, it turned into a struggle
Half way across Alabama the Hound broke down
Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Straight off bought me a through
motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam,
The 'hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham.
Straight off
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
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