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Deep down in Louisiana
In the bayou amongst the cypress trees
There's a tale of a cajun lady
They call the VooDoo Queen

Locals say that she's

a creole queen
Born down in New Orleans

Louisiana chile
Born in the south
Nineteen forty-three
So imagine what she's seen
Mr. Crow was in the air
Magnolias

Bayou baby grew up on that swamp water
Ate with the alligators Louisiana mud crawler
Papa was a rebel sippin whiskey for the pain
That's probably

Down in Louisiana they play some funky blues
Making music like nobody else
Back beat rhythms and some 12-bar grooves
I like to pick on some of that

Cajun, Creole and Zydeco
That's the way the Louisiana folks roll
Siƫn on the bayou catching caƞish
Stewing up some gator and boiling crawfish
We

mosquito 
Small pox yellow fever super natural extremes 
Could ever stop the music from playing in New Orleans 

1803 Louisiana purchased by Jefferson from

soul
Lucy came callin' at the fais do do 
Rattled them bones in the red moonlight
Crawdaddy was born on that Louisiana night 

Yellow eyes and a voodoo

creole cakes
She can make the whole world quake
Trembling all over Louisiana State
But oh, oh, don't you know, don't you know
But oh, oh, don't you know,

I've been to Louisiana, Mississippi and Tennessee
Listening to rock'n'roll music, cajun and hillbilly
I've benn all around where they say the blues

rep tha bbean
Mi accent thick that's creole
From a mail man to a legend
Gumbo crawfish beast mode
Straight up Louisiana
Where the food's good
That's

of love

Now I'm gonna to tell you what happened in june
I was in Louisiana me and my red shoes
Met a creole girl with amazing green eyes
She captured me

Ima speak creole with my towns people
It's going down we kneaux

She dont kneaux how to act yea
Good gul turn around turn around
Let me see it from

got me switchin da move

(Ms.Banks)

Uh
Big creole, big red, big cheddar, big bread, 
Hussle hard, buss it hard, hella tight, pussy right
Outta sight,

praising ain’t hood. 
I let my crucifix hang,
Man, and plus I pray a lot.
From bayou, Cajun, Creole land.
And I still praise a lot.
Satan can’t scare us

(Hey)
 
Golden triangle girls are pretty 
Hey man there's somethin' about that Creole blood 
The Gulf Coast ain't much to look at, but they had some

creole was Haitian
Let it fly like Maryland birds
No Baltimore raven
If we could've stayed a float
We could still be parading
I said the heart is where my

fuck it, while I'm at it, I'll grab a peach
Right next to Georgia, fucked a girl from Louisiana
Said her name was Jimmy, I didn't need to hear all that