Lyrics:
Orleans Still The One

still the one that makes me shout Still the one that I dream about We're still having fun, and you're still the one Still the one, yeah still the one

out here touring Or with the strippers at the Hilton up on Cortland One from Utah, the other one from Portland We in Cali though, but I am from New Orleans

Ia??m sitting on green like piss in the grass. Just let me know, and the grass still grow, even if you mow. Ia??m so N.O. [New Orleans], I hope I live

Yeah, yeah Let my people go Let my people go In the swamps of New Orleans The rain came pouring down So heavy was the water That the walls came crashing

my thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold

about New Orleans Back in school, y'all niggas, you should call him August I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still

I be that beat And yeah Bush still wrong like 3 left feet And yeah the kush still strong and the hoes still work The toilets stopped up but the stove still

game baby What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby Chyna White and Too Sheezy off the chain baby You know us Oakland niggaz still pimp to this day Still