Lyrics:
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We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders
I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I10
With the last victims of Katrina
You gotta see the corruption
from 5 around the clock
(Hook 1)
(Hook 2: Guerilla Black)
Jack town - what's the business?
New York - what's the business?
New Orleans - what's
you expect
I ran up on em done em dirty
Point Blank Range I gave him 30
In New Orleans they say we say you heard me
In the streets they got no mercy
one day I'll end in a coffin
I'm still the same man don't know why they gawking
Livin' my life day by day
I go outside but all I see is familiar faces
on this
No lisp but still spit a whole lot of it
I'm one of those Magnetic breeds with ultrasounds
Strong Island and New Orleans sounds pounds the ground
COMES TO GETTING THAT DOE
SHE GON SURELY GET IT,
FLYIN BY NAVIGATING THRU THAT COCKPIT,
FROM NEW ORLEANS OUT THAT WATER
BITCH YOU NOT THIS,
BLOCKA BLOCKA
Boy's the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred]
Took a break
Now I'm back
I've evolved new attacks
No, I'm not from New Orleans
But they going to be like
Who's that
Oh my god
Run it back
I punch
the TRE to Iraq
New Orleans Georgia and back
Man my niggas thuggin', too
With nothing under a mack
All in Cali and Texas
My niggas they stress this
new lock, if you mean
To friends in New Orleans I’ve played / A blues of Robert Johnson’s god
And babe who asked for you / the best one answer
behaving differently when I be in New Orleans
I'm falling back off her, they crawling back on them
Not half way complaining just making a true statement
the Florida Keys to the banks of the Ohio
(Ohio)
You will feel the heart of Texas swing
Dixieland down in New Orleans
Delta blues on the side
They call me Lil' P, I represent the CP3
Calliope, ya heard me? Straight from New Orleans
I got an uncle named Silkk and an uncle named C
I been
Memphis or Kansas
Boyance can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Dank tight, I gotta get
Yeah hustler, yeah
make this song cry
Another year in the New Orleans
It wasn't in the vision
Mamma said don't trip
I took an INNERmission
It's a bunch of niggas who
enchilada
X told me not to fuck up the product
On the sofa in the vip with a bottle
Fast lane i10 on the throttle
I’m from New Orleans I stunt cause I gotta
Yeah
AG you a genius for this one
Feel like I should say that every track
Look (Good time)
Eastside New Orleans (Out our mind)
This for y'all
(Yeah)
Dripping like Katrina in New Orleans
Ugh
Tip toein whole different octaves
Yea
When we buss a move from the cockpit
Ugh
This ain't my first mission in
Out The Closet (Ooooo) That Jim Brow
I Got Prolinthasensce I Got Some Creasy Jeans
And On My Feet I Got Some Reeboks Straight From New Orleans
Pc Jane
that ten
He tried to diss them Jubilee yo cd forget about
New Orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-Koo dress man you know you lame
Nigga
, you guys' energy means too much to us, because y'all come out on this Friday night, y'all could be anywhere in New Orleans anywhere in the world
programmed
New Orleans near the Penny Arcade
She's calling peoples bluff the way she's paid
She asked "What's your thrill? The type of man I am?"
She drove
New Orleans, Dallas Texas
Mississippi All over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rocking those diamonds and pieces
broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside
that's when we went on a ride to New Orleans
I made her smile the whole time
I laced
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