Lyrics:
to a new paradigm man, the truth is finna shine eh
He getting lifted 'til he higher than the crime rate
Gives him a perspective on his life and what defines
to eat
Your things fit in two big boxes we sent down to New Orleans
We were reimbursed for the postage, but not for future unseen
So now I'm smoking in
dropped the charges
She was a lawyer
She was a lawyer
Bih, no I'm not Jamaican
I'm New Orleans
May see now and then, but not too often
Slit my losses
Ain't
"Chuck Berry, 1957, I think"
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood a log cabin
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
was all around not a star up in the sky I was on bourbon tipsy off bourbon New Orleans bone gristle like Marie lavouex never played with bones never
bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that New Orleans, hoe
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that Houston, bitch
Who gives a fuck where
ain't New Orleans
I seen my homies flippin'
They just gettin' money
Young nigga I'm so hungry
But I'm eatin' fat meals
We takin' private trips, but i eat
100 with my top back, they wondering how I got that
They don't like that, they don't like that
Got a new red bone waiting on me
Her old man be hating
Showed him bawdy houses
And cabarets
Made him think of New Orleans
And Memphis days
Showed him folks all fightin'
Round the roulette wheel
Like Rampart
Fist versus Praying Mantis
Was it God's plan or man mismanaged to turn New Orleans to Atlantis?
They lie in the streets to lambast
The black land swam
out, by the bench now
Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out
Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out
Man, I thought that I would lose it,
here sniffing like the, like the K-9
Seem like the government be working for the KKK
When I'm in New Orleans I just gotta sip a Ay Bay Bay
That's
of this cash I can tell you were to stick it
In the waste band
Sometimes I'm feeling like a waste man
I'm never chilling let's chill like wait man
cnd when
reward 'em
Never be the same like what they did to New Orleans
You're never gonna part them
Connected like apartments
Squad thick as thieves, I flip
the drip baby I'm a fly guy
New Orleans baby uptown where they raise me
Got a young Naomi Campbell time to time I drive her crazy
I grew up round the corner
And shout out my Uncle Dale man
Always showing out
Way out in New Orleans
Hope I'm making you proud
And just know at every moment
Carolines looking right down
celebrating life like mardi gras up in New Orleans shut down your defence now you can't stop me from scoring
Let go of all that was and we going to party till
get some drinks out [yea]
Just walked in the crib you the first one that I'm calling
Met a lil baddie and I think she from New Orleans
Just flew to San
machine like I'm Wallace
5am needing my coffee
I got that bag, boy I'm balling
Feel like AD in New Orleans
I float on the water surface
Lost man, I ain't
a kid, went to jail and came home
To my daughter talkin'
I clip ya man, you probably call the sergeant
'Cause you a rat they should gave you
A flashlight
New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars
See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause
I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded
laugh with a memory made of smoke
Give laments for a wet dream I had about New Orleans
Give praise for no punchline to His joke
And the people some call
president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning
Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David
Demand payment for New Orleans with the best
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