I said I woke up this morning, I had to go get it
There's too many people struggling inside my city
We stir up that gumbo baby, cause we got the juice,
We outchea and I'm outchea
It ain't no limits lil woadie
Hold up, I say the object in my project is getting to love by the loving profit
Okay, you know we secondline for super Sunday's, the Indians in the street and the buck jumping,
And all d boys showing off they rides
And the pretty women, outchea just having a good time,
A good time, we having a Vaku time
But be careful, cause the gudda people posted on the side,
And yeah, we all know about bourbon and Mardi Gras
But the DJs in the courtway is more live, on the lake front, the seafood boils it's going down
When the saints win, the city murder rate be gone down, so please gather around,
When you hear the trigger man
If you don't know what I'm talking bout, that's the bounce sound
Jazz Fest and Essence Fest so many festival here
Bayou Classic main attraction man the action is here
See people sipping on lean, but we drinking daiquiris
No more and reeboks, but we still got souljas down here
And even when the sun is out, the crescent still gon appear
When it comes to the weather, one day it's hot, and then it's cold
Grab some shorts and a sweater
Speaking of weather, we still bouncing back from Katrina
Rebuilding our city without the help of FEMA
So middle fingers to red cross and George Bush
They flooded my whole city then painted us as crooks
I know it don't make sense to steal tvs
But it don't make sense to me
Why did the levees breach
The voodoo spirit still within
So you know what I represent, right?