I'm letting all y'all know this road, I'm about to take y'all to a place, and it's called the L.O., y'all heard me?
From the L.O., take it to ATL, hand them up in the bed, we can't know that you coming back
From the L.O., take it to Tennessee, hand them up in the bed for this high school on the street
From the L.O., take it to Florida, more than the club, it's how the whole place rock
From the L.O., representin' my hood, can't handle my business cause I'm downtown
I'm representin' for the N.O. percent, oh yeah that's me, and choppa choppa hold it down for that W.B.
I say west bank, east bank, uptown, downtown, better get from round clown, cause you might get down from
Magnolia, Ocalio, Melphamine, Algiers, to Morero, I'm about to take you to this place, now here we go
And I know there ain't no place like the N.O. where we ain't all about playing, so hear me flow
And we all are not soldiers, but we blow dro, I represent from the east to west we go
And we don't wear no jerseys, let's stay pro, and y'all all know I represent the L.O.
From the L.O., take it to Houston, handling my business, baby, you know I'm driving this crazy
From the L.O., take it to L.A., handling my business, baby, I ain't got time to stay
From the L.O., take it to St. Louis, handling my business, baby, you know I came to show it
From the L.O., take it to New York, handling my business, baby, I'm tearing this place apart
Oh yeah, we'll dump you boy, catch you outside the city, representin', we'll jump your bars up if you want to boil
Swans in the project down here, we gorillas in the field, not country boys
And we put stripes too, we got glocks too, you gon' stop, hoo, now watch what glocks do
I was born in brass, second line in jazz, motorbikes, loud pipes, big trucks and traps
And my city is goin' down, they bumpin' the chopper, so
On Sunday I'm on the lake with them boys, cause that's my pose, my city is on the move
Red n***a gon' show and prove, he's shakin' and breakin' rules, but we ain't got nothin' to lose
That's why we can't stay in school, little ones be clappin' twos
And we ain't the f***in' fool, cause we rockin' special tunes
From the L.O., take it to Brookline, holdin' it down, baby, you know I'm ridin' you crazy
From the L.O., take it to Carolina, handling my business, baby, that's where you gon' find me
From the L.O., take it to New Jersey, won't quit in the club, we bring it back to New Jersey
From the L.O., take it to Chi-Town, handlin' my business, baby, you know I'm holdin' it down
I'm from the city where brothers ride around with vocal sound
Bass be so loud, enough to move the damn ground
Wheels be chromed out, while bumpin' and listenin' to Ludacris roll out, now roll out
Can you tell me how many cities you know can roll like we roll?
ATL for sure, but in the Inno, we got P in it, C in it
Even my boy Choppy's doin' his thing in it
We be iced out from our wrists to our mouth
Folks in the upper class be like, what's it all about?
But, um, we be flossin' with it
Anything new come out, we gon' buy this ***, can you feel this ***?
Yeah, what's up, this your boy Chopper in your hood
We just took y'all to the trip of that dirty, dirty, that real dirty
We ain't out here wrasslin' alligators and fightin' chickens and stuff like that, y'all
It's all about representin', partyin', all night long
I'm tellin' you, we got no limit to the cash money
Cause we gon' take food, you know what I'm sayin'?
Now, the people doin' their little squatter thing, I'm lovin' it
We doin' our showboy thing, we doin' our thing for the kids, man
Come on, people say, what are you doin', man?
It ain't all about blingin'
But we still do our thing, you hear me?
If I want it, I got it
I'm tellin' you, and that's how it goes down in my city
The Inno, New Orleans, over
You hear me? You didn't get it?
We're gonna bust you in the head with bass guitar, son
Listen, listen!
Coming straight out the Inno
Uh-huh
We representin', though
Down south
Chopper chop
Big man
Uh-huh
Come on
Sober
We ain't, uh, we ain't gon' say no more
You don't believe me?
Watch
Smell it?