Lyrics:
|I'm heading down to New Orleans|My baby done broke my heart|I'm heading down to New Orleans||Find me another man |Find me another man|Sittin by that
|I�m heading down to New Orleans|My baby done broke my heart|I�m heading down to New Orleans||Find me another man |Find me another man|Sittin by that
the way from Chicago
Down to New Orleans
Gonna take me home
Take me home
Let me stand beside you
Feel your touch on me
Whisper your secret
Old man river
yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then into the East Bay
He said this is a mecca
I
and a soft hearted man
They been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
plenty of these (I got plenty of those)
She a nasty freak, she came from New Orleans (New Orleans)
Damn near woke up sick, forgot to pour my lean (pour
a homie out in Texas, club scene reckless
Mention Uncle Snoopy he can get you on the guest list
Ridin' through New Orleans, rest in peace Soulja
Slim,
I come and go
How I please
I come and go
Like the breeze
Like the breeze but no I'm not from New Orleans
Stackin' up my cup with codeine
the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood
Somebody say you was looking for me
I'm in the hood
Uptown New Orleans
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,
Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May
{Mystikal:}
Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans
I grew up on second lining and gumbo,
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
Chyeah, Young Mula, baby
Good morning New York
What up New Orleans?
Yo, what you want me to do Weezy?
Get 'em, baby
Alright, daddy
Nicki
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Bitch I'm a hot boy I ain't from New Orleans
Four hundred degrees tipping on D's
Don't run off will cut off
sing along no matter what
Because the dancers don't mind at the New Orleans
If you tip 'em and they make a cut
Do it
Take your mama out all night
Tell me you love me
Know you ain't flying in just to come dub me
Knowing there's more shit
Fucking you good and I show you New Orleans
Know you from
Watchin' Katrina is worser than Argentina
See New Orleans gettin' bitch slapped by FEMA
Louisiana got racist ass politics
Free the genesigs, nigga free
Orleans
Makes no difference to me if I find somebody like the lady
Or at least get the lady off of my mind one place is good as another for me
Man I
the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Playin' card games with an old man on the club car
Many
'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (whoa)
Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (hot)
Come on, mama, let the Carter make you
'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (whoa)
Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (hot)
Come on, mama, let the Carter make you
My daddy was a preacher man,
He said what was on his mind
From state to state and town to town
Saving one soul at a time
By his side I rode along
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