Lyrics:
and you're living your dreams nigga
I'm gettin crazy money with these New Orleans nigga
And only God can judge a nigga holding on the hammer
I could of fucked
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee
Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica
I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye
I'm wanted back in Austin Texas
I'm wanted down in New
Leave the BS on the Charmin
With TF on my garments
I wear Trukfit like Ralph Lauren
And I'm loyal to my soil
Straight from hell, I mean New Orleans
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
dead shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy
What's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking man
And I don't wanna swim
Colonel
King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He
King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He
tapping our computers and telephones
What if Al Quaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by the government's
No, I wrote that in 1975
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
And on Saturday night
night playing dominos
Gun range Desert Eagle
Bullets fly like an Eagle
Just me and my people
Yeah
Backwood cones stuff um up
New Orleans is where I'm
What's up in New Orleans?
People are afraid of darkness
Wasabi in my jeans
I'm devoured by sadness
I walk a lonely mile in the stratosphere
I'd feel
on
Get the fuck off my dick my cock my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call
happy
Like that guy named Mike.
Yeah that groovy old man that fixes my bike
Down there on 'Dumaine Street, New Orleans Louisiana.
When I was a kid
I had
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
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,
Lived a country
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
played the guitar
One day I looked up and she went by in a car
Driven by some guy I didn't know
I let 'er go
I went down to New Orleans,
I'd never been
New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes
Avoid potholes on these streets, Andretti
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad
next work be your best work
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
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
Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles
But I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans
Yes, I go Pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
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