Lyrics:
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
and turn insurance out, make 'em shout
D C
(C'mon)
Oakland
(C'mon)
U K
(C'mon)
C'mon down
New Orleans
(C'mon)
Little Rock
(C'mon)
Baltimore
(C'mon)
C'mon
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
She'll leave the world wondering why, why, why, why, why
She ever fell this far down
She thanks Jesus for Key Largo
The devil for New Orleans
Memphis for
wanna chill with a rizla
Smoking on an instagram pic, No filter
I be going brick by brick
Listening to B.O.B, No builder
Getting waved in one of the ways
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
up, on my 9-11
Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law
So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know
I had that 'dro in the seat of the car
Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how
to Houston's
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China a hurricane in New Orleans
Street dreams tour I showed my ass
annihilate everything that stands in my way
I’m chopping everything to pieces when grands are at stake (hey)
Especially the mills I’m killing for thrills
was lost in the ocean and the submarine
With a fancy new device that can scan the Indian Ocean floor
But who's keeping score?
Peaches and Bob flashed
of style
Responding to the ways and means of fear?
CHORUS:
Take me back to New Orleans
And drop me at my door
'Cause I might love you, yeah,
But I
rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis,
three hundred grams
Hatin' on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
One-fifty in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like fuck the trans
Amiri got
They're really rockin Boston
In Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All
grand piano, baby grand pianos do not fit in New York city apartments. My dad was excited. My mom was pissed. To this day she's still pissed because they
Pushed me in the corner yeah they won't like what they'll find
Murdered by a song you should call that shit a crime
I was bred in New Orleans
I'm always
They're really rockin' in boston, pittsburgh, pa,
Deep in the heart of texas and 'round the frisco bay.
All over st. louis, 'way down in new orleans
splitting all around
The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside
Lights down in
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