Lyrics:
really really really do do-do do do"
Hey
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
You drop a dime in the box play a
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
Katrina, is worser than Ike and Tina
See New Orleans get bitch-slapped by FEMA
Louisiana got racist-ass politics
Free the Jena Six (Nigga free the Jena
right now (right now)
Feelin' on me, right now (right now), uh
They talkin' to me right
Hahahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You in your feelings, pipe down
the Beulah shoot gates
And it was at Louisville that I
Went down in the well
And a suicide wrap I held in my hand
The clown just shook his boom
While I dangled
harder than you've
Ever fucking seen i mean
I'm banging on this beat like in
Playing in a band man
Y'all are fucking sleepin' on me
You must know
take you for a ride (ride)
Or take you for your shirt (shirt)
I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens
And you can see me do it, do it, down in New
"Talking Birmingham Jam."
Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land,
I thought that I would stop awhile,
Take a vacation, Southern style.
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
I'm the walking dead
I got the ways and means
To New Orleans
I'm going down by the river
Where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk
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
Oh, oh yeah, baby
Oh, oh, ay, yeah, oh
Hotter than New Orleans in
Summertime, you're so fine
You walk by now I wish I could press rewind (yeah)
Oh jambalaya
Oh jambalaya
It was muggy July around supper time
When I pulled into New Orleans
I got dropped off
At south Rampart Street
I
do do-do do do"
Hey
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doin' all right
all gonna end.
But, that's life,
And I'm getting away with it
way with it
way with it
New Orleans is calling me down
To make my final curtain call
the 39
Thieves in a beat spores of a warm Helvetica
Brown proper for the
Odd gutter monster propped
On the teleprompter
Wild blue yonder blue in the face
Gold Chevy
Welcome down into New Orleans
Fortune told by the Hoodoo Queen
Lord, Lord, Lord
Fortune told by the Hoodoo Queen
Well moon shines through
up in the wires
But it's a warm evening out
It feels like New Orleans blue
On the spray from the African shore
Oh we could make it coast to coast
She
Danced my way back through New Orleans
Chicago blues kept me up all night
Got wrapped up in the bible belt
Miami girls do it right
Beaches and black
I'm the walking dead
I got the ways and means
To New Orleans
I'm going down by the river
Where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk
lived by the gun I never ran from one
(You know I'll find my way, find my way)
(Find my way, find my way in the sun)
(In the sun, in the sun, ey I'm gonna
in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning
angel'
She ascended slowly from far
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