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
Перевод: Орлеан. Тем не менее один.
've been to london, i've been to paris even went out there to tokyo back home down in georgia to new orleans but you always still to show (still to show
doin' for me, like its slavery To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay
one First came the hurricane then the morning sun Excuse me if I'm on one and don't tripp if I lite one I walk a tight one They try tell me keep my eyes
a stand up guy, not da type dat Fall We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line, If you can't boy,
bridge [Chorus B] Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up LA put ya lighters up VA put ya lighters up Texas keep puttin' ya lighters up New Orleans put
There is a house in New Orleans, They call the superdome It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one. I cry to my daddy on the telephone
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
of every type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still
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
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone
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
my shit talk, and next she be in black and blue It was true I always had to have you I can still smell the curry shrimp and rice You're the only one
[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
I Be Dumb Like Everytime I Hit Da Scene I'm Still In My Teens But My Whip A Hundred G's Doin 200 From B.R. To New Orleans Before I Was On Em, Ross
