Lyrics:
of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America how are you...
Well it's night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
a Bitch Like
Never Had a Bitch Like
Not Like This
Giving head in New Orleans
That’s a superdome
You a Doodle-Bob
A wanna be
A stupid clone
Pussy can’t leave
good kids with no guidance
We was just riding out to our conscience
Bugg stayed down and so did Connor
I need rent paid in these next days
Got a lot
By the looks of everyone it's been a long two weeks
Coming up on the business end of a good luck streak
Gave em hell in New York City headed down
me taste my success
I'm the epitome of draggin
Applied to BOA
My resume say bring them racks in
Brandnew on Godspeed
Ain't no way that you gon catch
fareal
Bitch I'm from New Orleans
You know I been around
Uptown East the westbank
I ain't never live there but I fw so shoutout to Kenner town
And this hoe
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
your fur cap (huh?)
This for the N.O. all way to Zone 6
It's Chopper City in the hood and we got real bricks (skrrt)
You heard of my set
I'm from
from I can't remember when
Shannon's out in New Orleans
And I am gone again
Oh, the girl's in New Orleans
And I am gone again
I kept dreaming about
five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my
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
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in
Put me on an old streetcar
In New Orleans
In New Orleans
Sit me down next to Blanche DuBois
In the morning
In the morning
Let the dixie land band
I met an old lady
Whose past was rather shady
Playin' down in New Orleans
No one of fame
Just some French Quarter dame
Her style was just a bit
right here
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we've lost right now
Now, now
This can't wait, no
Ooh, right now
Ain't no water running down my eyes
Ain't no love for the other side
The way these diamonds twinkle all in your eye ball
I know it should have been
down my old boulevard
If they digging me, Then I put them in my garden
Should've seen me coming like the storm in New Orleans
Sent them a warning,
Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by
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'
Devil, told me
Goddamn Devil, told me
Picked up Poor Bob, down in Mississippi
I left him standing, down by the crossroads
Headed on down to New Orleans
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
New Orleans where
We hustle in the heat
And enough work’ll have the
Cops hustlin’ for me, shit
Little city but ain’t nothin’ here for free
I’ma uptown
blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Brenda and Eddie were
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