Hawks on That peach Tampa Bay, don't hit the streets too often Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins Ain't no complaints on when I'm in New Orleans
't buyin' Hit the road, all I know, rock and roll ain't dyin' About fifteen deep we hit the streets low ridin' By the time we made it to New Orleans
factories pa I'm bound to wreck the whip 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
Pretty boy: If you know about us throw your hands in the air From teaxes to newyork to monclair This be the knock from flatbush to little rock Even new orleans
same room with his wife and his kid left to breath hopin that this a nightmare one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchair
us If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Texas to New York to Montclair This be the knock from Flat bush to Little Rock Even New Orleans
us Pretty boy: If you know about us throw your hands in the air From teaxes to newyork to monclair This be the knock from flatbush to little rock Even new orleans
ya boy when I get there (MJG and Eightball) All my playas in Houston Atlanta GA (Georgia boys, in the hou-) (We'll say sup to that New Orleans clique
the Hawks on That peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins Aint no complaints on When I'm in New Orleans
you rock and roll, Rest in peace my Styrofoam, Now they won't know what I be on, Get the f-ck off my d-ck my cock my balls, Nig money my pockets long, New orleans
nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11 Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law So I keep that heat in the
a gangsta, pimp, playa, mac or a thug Want all the ballas in the club toss it up what's up [Noke D] To be a G in New Orleans way down to H-Town I 10
I look to the sky and ask I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright
to me It would be about the same to me [Kid Rock] My name is... My name is... I'm going platinum Back up in the mother fuckin saddle You wanna battle Kid Rock
(50 Cent) Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest
of your Escalade, tell me how my bass feels From Big Nixons down to the beta George in New Orleans rattle your dashboards Bounce strippers around sounds echo from New York to Decatur Exhaust pipes, white kid
ready Fast lane livin, Mario Andretti Greasy lookin like them characters in "Belly" Close your eardrums, this a recordin Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans