Lyrics:
New Orleans Book

When ties 'bout to cut it closer than a ginsu ('su) Roll through Atlanta, Birmingham, Alabama ('bama) Jacksonville to Jackson, Mississippi spittin grammar (spittin grammar) From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans

have you kneel down and praise me nodding out holding onto your babies. A new conec means a few more dreams now watch a nigga flood the streets like New Orleans

Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a long limousine Took us honky tonkin' on a Saturday night We met Silly Millie

Wayne:] Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga Dats why you only see me with ape ass niggas We gotta eat early like break fast nigga New Orleans landlord where

woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was

chorus: Stagolee, Stagolee, he's the meanest man in town When that boy starts gamblin', better lay your money down Down in New Orleans where they got

up for you, baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans

Momma taught me well, kush in the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, more pussy to smell Like yeah, I'm a Libra like put that on a scale New Orleans

Deep down in Louisianna close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood,