New Orleans Stunna - Juvenile, Rawsmoov

Let’s get it, Nino!

Whoahhh

Whoahh, ah wodie, ah wodie, ah wodie

Ridin through the city on vogues

Cadillac with the suicide do’s

Sayin in the hood mayne anythang goes

When they see the Cadillac let 'em know

How we do it like a «T.C.

soldier, New Orleans stunna»

«New Orleans stunna»

«T.C.

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«New Orleans stunna»

You should have pardoned me, don’t you know the boy clicks?

I’m in this thang, I got a B.T.

and ward lip

Put on the culo, yeah I’m into that murder thang

I flame broil beef boy I’m the Burger Kang

I got the money first, then the respect came

Now I flip bitches like a biker at the X Games

I used to do the cash, now I do the check thang

I play the chess game, checkmatin e’rythang

I fuck with everybody, no it’s not a set thang

I’m from the T.C.

but I be on the West lane

I smoke purple it’s the penny to my blunt stain

And flip the ceiling through the chips and the roulette thang

They say do I wanna die?

I tell 'em you a lie

They say I’m tryin to kill myself my do’s suicide

Yeah~!

I’m on that Henny like Kanye

Hoes screamin Juvie I wanna be your Beyonce

Man I’m tryin to take over the world in the years back

Then I’ma crane 'til it’s dry like a beer can

I put the blunt down then roll up another one

I smoke a lot of weed, dawg I need another one

You got knock in your trunk?

Now that’s a dumb question

My shit beatin like a Southern band drum section

Still in the game, I’ma retire good

No one could beat me but myself, I guess I’m Tiger Woods

Show me a realer hood, show me a realer set

Show me a realer nigga I ain’t seen the nigga yet

I’m on target hittin everythang I shoot fo'

Player like myself attract the bitches like a shoe sto'

I ain’t the man yet, but I show a sign

I got a big ego/Eagle and man I’m talkin both kinds

You’re lookin at my jewelry boy it be sayin somethin

You’re blinded by it and you only got a glimpse of it