Lyrics:
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
cream 16 five, everyday, all day
Hit me on the door knob
'cause we be ballin', bitch we be haulin'
Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
An y'all
16 walking wit a four fifth
I’m from Orleans not New Orleans
Down the hill boy from the convent
Bitch I came up on fortune
2 second walk from the 95
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
But on Saturday night
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived
Welcome to New Orleans
Or should I say where the fiends live
Home of the No Limit Soldiers
My name is Fiend
y'all cluckers better get ready for this
sky, its a bird its a plane, no its I
Yea, I holla five on four till they bury me man
I'm the father of New Orleans and I'm a family man, you heard me
some makers, no time for a neighbor
I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor
'Cause if I do you a favor
He made it tight and now I'm back up on the scene
Countin' greens
Straight from H-town to New Orleans
New human beings puttin' it down like a mic
of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
Same shit.
Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood.
>From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
To Alabama.
To motherfuckin
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
[MP (back round):]
(LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
[Snoop:]
Sup P?
[MP:]
(Ha ha) That's some real shit where the hot boys at,
Where
or Queen B
This ain't new news
Don't confuse
From the dark hues
Jazz and blues grew
Side by side too
Preview what I have in store
The tambourine is here
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
swing low like a chimp
Back in eighty-six, then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So
[Originally by Chuck Berry]
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made
so bad?
With my own eyes
Saw it with my own eyes
With my own eyes
So I know its true
I saw New Orleans
Saw the people left for dead
I've
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
come here, put your mouth right here (uh huh)
I'm rare like a white deer with spiked hair (uh)
New Nike Airs, smoke big cigars in a nice chair (uh)
Oh
gonna find me trouble knows my name
At four in the morning in the city of New Orleans
The tables got my money even though my friends had warned me
So
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin mad of earth and wood
Where lived
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