Lyrics:
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, like Bob
A.T.L. bitch, A.T.L. bitch
New Orleans bitch, New Orleans bitch
Houston bitch, Houston bitch
Miami bitch, Miami bitch
If ya in it, represent it
If
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
see you glowing
Shining like city lights in New Orleans
Can I make your heart Skip a beat give you butterflies
I wanna show you how you
The way you
Malone
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south
The seventh baby...
[Chorus:]
I represent from LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I get down
I get down here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I
roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans New Orleans
Go on I've had enough dump my blues down in the gulf
She loves you Big River more than
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
why would you switch
I’m tryna build like Bob he fix
I Left you right like Twix
Now I go back yeah now I go back
My bitch from New Orleans so she
believe in you
I don't look on the bright side
Cause the light just hurts my eyes
I don't wanna die in New Orleans
But I don't like my life better before
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
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
ridiculous
Cause back in the days
Hold on let me tell you a story from way back
Way back before Daylyt got his face tat
When all you had was your fucking five
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
and I swear I heard Robert Johnson play
Down in New Orleans, I know a girl who preaches in the Lion's Den
Down in New Orleans, I know a girl who sings in
low trips
I sipps that shit ain't talking 'bout lean
Down to Mississippi and New Orleans
Word as a motherfucka, let me verb that
Snoop Dogg is a hog,
?
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough, dump my
said Lord have mercy
I like my women naked or undressin'
I'm about to give the game a C-section
Philadel, hold in down
These hoes screamin' like James
on the street midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath
I want to feel your ease; I got to feel your peace
Screaming' down on my,
?
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough, dump my
on the way to your new life
And in the childhood bedroom of my father's house I made believe you were my wife
Your car got stained white in the blizzard world
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
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