Lyrics:
they serve down in new orleans nigga!
This whole world a construct look what it do to me
You ever seen a Martian well bitch him is me
I though I really
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
on the Rockline
I'm doin' time on the Rockline
I'm doin' time on the Rockline
I'm doin' time
Mish-mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle
Like them highways
My ways
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
away in the cornfield
Then there was Chatterton drinking rat
Poison (an extremely painful way to die
Even if you are a plagiarist)
And Ezra Pound dragged
New Orleans
And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top"
Life is such a fuckin'
did she spy
A new-dug grave and a spade lying by
Let me go, let me go, I'm afraid of you Willy
Let me go, let me go, I'm afraid of you Willy
I
This Real Lifer shit baby girl, you know this G-Style
Come hop up in my coupe, let's take a ride while I freestyle
I does this
Stayed by my side and I
singin'
A new song now. Hope you like it because it's my answer to
The Blue Velvet Band. It goes like this.
By and old willow tree in the churchyard
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
like my name Tony Montana
Rep New Orleans, Louisiana
No Nelly, but I got that country grammar
Best friends locked in the slammer
Bad bitch that's from
anything
In our council estate as more an aspiration
To poshness
I was always pained by the fact that I was not a time lord
Nor a Pet Shop Boy
And looking
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
'Round the way work, jewels in the ground, hit the pay dirt
Love is love, you in good hands, Dennis Haysbert
Openly protected by who you be neck and neck
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
Cooling, venting, chewing at what supposed
To break me down
Got that
Locked in
Cocking in at my brain
College ain't no better way
Summers bought my interface
on) U.K. (come on) come on down!
New Orleans (come on) Little Rock (come on) B-More (come on) come on down!
Memphis (come on) Utah (come on) Jersey
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
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
around, you know exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from bag wood back to New Orleans
If it'll make you feel
move on to phase 3
Hit that kush so strong so hazy
That you're chilling in your crib all day like a baby
Looks like your death got way over your kills
training wheels yea
Big wave heavy phase
Trying to get it
In every way
Only big dawg shit
Bro it's New Orleans Saints
I dont have no name
All I had to do was
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
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