笨小笨NOLA (Explicit)歌词由August Alsina演唱，出自专辑《The Product III: stateofEMERGEncy》，下面是《NOLA (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
NOLA (Explicit)歌词完整版
作曲 : August Alsina/Ralph Jeanty/Sean McMillion/Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
作词 : August Alsina/Ralph Jeanty/Sean McMillion/Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Ayy
Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, ayy
Got niggas askin' for the old me but they ain't know me
You wouldn't own this
Four walls couldn't hold me
Lame nigga can't control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didn't think it was for me
They'll never make you a thug
And then it's fxck you like a old nigga
Anyway you want it, don't give a damn, we could go nigga
Killin' everything in my way
No play, play, I'ma go get 'em
Lost some niggas at the one
Then I leave it up and they won't miss you
Y'all don't really want that nigga
Haul off, I just slap niggas
Don't need a reason, I'm mad, niggas
Ayy, ayy, I'm wild nigga
If I don't know you, I don't smile with you
If you ain't walk a mile in my shoes
I ain't seen you shootin' in the gym, nigga
Singin' never made me soft, nigga
Never confuse me for them niggas
I ain't never ran from nobody
'Cause I ain't never ran into a nigga who could feel me
Ten toes down, no backin' down until you feelin' me
You don't wanna pull a hit, he got somethin' that can clear this straight
I'm from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where niggas murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Them niggas from the boot they shoot, they shoot you
Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club gettin' fake love from the hoe with the ass, be basic (Yeah)
Studio gettin' fxcked up, on the Ciroc, no chasin' (Yeah)
Poppin' me about two-four, six-eight Percs to the face then (Oh)
Poppin' Xans just to turn it down
Walking 'round lookin' dumbfound
Lookin' for something to take down
Really don't matter, I'm numb now
Nothin' in the stomach from runnin' down
Dumping rounds at a nigga
Locked up with a life sentence
You don't mind, I don't visit
You rockin' T-shirt saying "Free Aug'"
The judge still ain't gon' listen
You niggas still wishin' for the old me to go down, you Ghetto
It's gon' be Hell on Earth, when you see that a nigga don't care about shit
And I go off the deep end
With AK and just air out shit
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song)
So when I fxck up
Documentary on lifetime
Sayin' that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep changin', we don't want him
Keep that guy in your past
(I said we don't want that)
Progress is a process
We don't want you to relapse
The young niggas want the old thing back
Young nigga from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Honestly I don't want that
Oh he murda, murda, murda, murda
