Lyrics:
money, money train)
New Orleans, all day, daddy (yeah)
From the block to the top, nigga (that's how we get it)
That's how we get it (that's how we get
my friend
For just a little while
First summer you sailed on down to New Orleans
I was a victor, you were a Cajun queen
You had many fellas
my friend
For just a little while
First summer you sailed on down to New Orleans
I was a victor, you were a Cajun queen
You had many fellas
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
See the winter games play
But, ooh, I’ve never been to New Orleans on
Carnival or Mardi Gras day, yeah
Never been to London
On a foggy day
But, ooh,
love that panty pie
Keep my hair shampooed, and yes, I keep my hands sanitized
New Orleans baller, ask ESPN
Just kickin' it with a Bruce Lee-esbian
love that panty pie
Keep my hair shampooed, and yes, I keep my hands sanitized
New Orleans baller, ask ESPN
Just kickin' it with a Bruce Lee-esbian
wooh, Sammy be, be, you got it like that
I know you got it like that
Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man
New Orleans got it like that
New York
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep them
that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
'Cause it's plain to see a man's integrity
By the way he treats those he does not
about twenty minutes
I will ease down the steps
Ted Turner by my side
Get in my limousine
Ride down 85
Get in my Learjet
Woo
And take off
To New Orleans
long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
To 9th Ward in New Orleans, from Mississippi
I know y'all hold the key to unlock the door
nah, better yet, point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans, whoadie,
nah, better yet, point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans, whoadie,
a tourist
Guide walk along and take my hand
Welcome to the make up of new paths
Fast fix ‘em direct another face value and
Put it to fruition
By the way
look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright
to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's
from my steel son, steel son
In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw
Growing up here, especially in the graveyards
hey
And I'mma beat it, I'mma flip it
Before u see it, I done did it, ya, ya
I know everytime she passes by
Every man around her goes like ""ai ai
Deluxe
But a lady has never faired as well
Who'd traveled through so much
She picked up the name of Angel
In an old New Orleans bar
Where a drunken
Where Brooklyn at?
Have you seen her? And when she tell you something you better believe her
She told me she like my New Orleans demeanor
And so I
Where Brooklyn at?
Have you seen her? And when she tell you something you better believe her
She told me she like my New Orleans demeanor
And so I
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