Lyrics:
New Orleans Jazz

got it start Back when jazz was king on the south side of Chicago I still can hear those silver trumpets blowin' In little places filled with people glowin' New Orleans

goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney T'was a cherry-red fifty three They drove it down to New Orleans To celebrate the anniversary

oozin out of it the dixie landers sure are proud of it they call it jazz what it has that's a plenty for me! Gonna hed on down to new orleans bassin

said I was a deaf and sightless half-wit boy But Louis was my name, though I could not say it I was born and raised in New Orleans My spirit was wild

I didn't want to be so superstitious I didn't want to say that I was wrong But does New Orleans have voodoo? Does cocaine make you chew? Are you acting

me for 'cause I keep on buying fifi stuff And the Eastside where we pump It's my part of New Orleans Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans Hear you

'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans, A group of fellers found a new kind of music. An' they decided to call it.. Jazz! No other sound has

It goes to show that you never can tell They bought a souped up jitney, 'twas a cherry in fifty three They drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate

Chorus] [Ludacris] I'm in New York at the portorican day parade, thn at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz