Word to my motherf*ckin' muva, I'ma violate your ass
Keep f*ckin' playin' with me
This New Orleans versus everybody, open up them floodgates (huh)
Barely f*ck with everybody, don't even claim the whole state
He from out of town, look how he dress, but see a new face (huh)
Either you gangsta as a pothole, or you sweeter than the beignet (bitch)
Creases in his G-Nikes, boy, he prolly been a steppa
Oh, you bucked up cause you got that bitch? Everybody had her (haa)
You done cuffed the same hoe that's outside every Sunday
Turn a nigga tee burgundy, caught jackets off Burgundy (what?)
My city say "ya heard me"
Don't make us repeat nothin' (ya heard me)
Bitch want seafood every day, red beans on a Monday (ha)
Just because you see it, you can't say it just like 'Tchoupitoulas'
You just tourin', stop actin' like you really born a shoota (boaw)
Turn his medulla to some smashed Mama noodles (huh)
Young bulls, loose screws, pullin' drills, power toola
This original Choppa City (waaa) Valence Street, 13th
I could pay a poor boy, turn a nigga into roast beef (blocka)
F*ck sayin' all that "opp" shit
When it's beef it's beef
We don't give a nigga options
Cause if it's street it street (ahuh)
Get the f*ck back (back)
Bitch, you tore up
Get the f*ck back (back)
I'm bout to blow up (boom)
Niggas turn gangsta only when they hoes up (what?)
Get the f*ck out of New Orleans, go try Georgia, bitch
Stop makin' me have to f*ckin' sound like a girl for this shit
Because, you know I straight give nigga vibes
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)
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Word to my motherf*ckin' muva, I'ma violate your ass
Keep f*ckin' playin' with me
This New Orleans versus everybody, open up them floodgates (huh)
Barely f*ck with everybody, don't even claim the whole state
He from out of town, look how he dress, but see a new face (huh)
Either you gangsta as a pothole, or you sweeter than the beignet (bitch)
Creases in his G-Nikes, boy, he prolly been a steppa
Oh, you bucked up cause you got that bitch? Everybody had her (haa)
You done cuffed the same hoe that's outside every Sunday
Turn a nigga tee burgundy, caught jackets off Burgundy (what?)
My city say "ya heard me"
Don't make us repeat nothin' (ya heard me)
Bitch want seafood every day, red beans on a Monday (ha)
Just because you see it, you can't say it just like 'Tchoupitoulas'
You just tourin', stop actin' like you really born a shoota (boaw)
Turn his medulla to some smashed Mama noodles (huh)
Young bulls, loose screws, pullin' drills, power toola
This original Choppa City (waaa) Valence Street, 13th
I could pay a poor boy, turn a nigga into roast beef (blocka)
F*ck sayin' all that "opp" shit
When it's beef it's beef
We don't give a nigga options
Cause if it's street it street (ahuh)
Get the f*ck back (back)
Bitch, you tore up
Get the f*ck back (back)
I'm bout to blow up (boom)
Niggas turn gangsta only when they hoes up (what?)
Get the f*ck out of New Orleans, go try Georgia, bitch
Stop makin' me have to f*ckin' sound like a girl for this shit
Because, you know I straight give nigga vibes
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)
Keep f*ckin' playin' with me
This New Orleans versus everybody, open up them floodgates (huh)
Barely f*ck with everybody, don't even claim the whole state
He from out of town, look how he dress, but see a new face (huh)
Either you gangsta as a pothole, or you sweeter than the beignet (bitch)
Creases in his G-Nikes, boy, he prolly been a steppa
Oh, you bucked up cause you got that bitch? Everybody had her (haa)
You done cuffed the same hoe that's outside every Sunday
Turn a nigga tee burgundy, caught jackets off Burgundy (what?)
My city say "ya heard me"
Don't make us repeat nothin' (ya heard me)
Bitch want seafood every day, red beans on a Monday (ha)
Just because you see it, you can't say it just like 'Tchoupitoulas'
You just tourin', stop actin' like you really born a shoota (boaw)
Turn his medulla to some smashed Mama noodles (huh)
Young bulls, loose screws, pullin' drills, power toola
This original Choppa City (waaa) Valence Street, 13th
I could pay a poor boy, turn a nigga into roast beef (blocka)
F*ck sayin' all that "opp" shit
When it's beef it's beef
We don't give a nigga options
Cause if it's street it street (ahuh)
Get the f*ck back (back)
Bitch, you tore up
Get the f*ck back (back)
I'm bout to blow up (boom)
Niggas turn gangsta only when they hoes up (what?)
Get the f*ck out of New Orleans, go try Georgia, bitch
Stop makin' me have to f*ckin' sound like a girl for this shit
Because, you know I straight give nigga vibes
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)
Writer: DeJean Johnson
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