Chemist Productions - Marrero, Louisiana lyrics

[Verse 1] Whole team winning Dont you ever forget it I'm wyllin' with my n***as And for the ones who ain't make it with us Turn up juice it got us turned up Had a bag of kush but its all burned up Got all my respect this sh** was earned up They never heard about us but they learned us Straight up out that Westbank It's us f** what the rest think Haters making disses get no feedback Too busy feeding my son for me to see that ZG over everything believe that Specifically ‘cause they ain't wanna believe that I guess she ain't like me back in high school Heard I'm back in town now she wanna know where we at b**h I [Hook] Roll up like a old school n***a like my dad You ain't used to this forget them n***as that you had I'm cruising down the street Real slow And where you think we going? (Marrero) Roll up like a old school n***a like my dad You ain't used to this forget them n***as that you had I'm cruising down the street Real slow And where you think we going? (Marrero) [Verse 2] They let us in the door now sh**, they messed up, its ‘bout to go down I know she got dressed up but she got tore down I put that dick on her she ‘bout to go down Is that my round like ‘whoa nah'? I'm from that 504 now you know now Codeine in a cup it got us slowed down I'm feeling on her bu*t because it's so round I'm trying to make her tap out, go four rounds Had a couple shots but lets get more rounds Got a couple friends well lets bring more around And go around and go around But please do not get violent We don't wanna get violent No, no don't get violent ‘Cause that click-clack-pow on silence On silence, shhhh [Hook 2] Roll up on a n***a, pow, hit ‘em like my momma Gotta thank the lord because my checks seeing commas I'm cruising down the street Real slow And where you think we going? (Marrero) Roll up on a n***a, pow, hit ‘em like my momma Gotta thank the lord because my checks seeing commas I'm cruising down the street Real slow And where you think we going? (Marrero) [Bridge] Westbank, yeah yeah (x4) Sorry, I can't wake up Sorry, I can't wake up Money, it keep calling me Money, it keep calling me [Verse 3] If every upcoming artist worked hard as they claimed They would have more fame or at least some respect for your own name I ain't got nothing to gain, I already came from Ames And like everybody else where I'm from we are witness to things But some things never change I'll still come through that b**h like I'm back in Truman again Still saying “f** Mrs. Zeringue” My girl be wanting to ride thru that b**h but I can think of better things She don't know this b**h like I do but ok we'll take a swing See where I'm from if the shots pop the cops might not get called And the block hot and everybody see but nobody wanna get involved Trying to stay away from the police even if you ain't ducking no law Don't know who we about to fight but everybody strapped up like we going to war [Outro] (I'm from Marrero so-) Don't you ever forget it (I'm from Marrero so I'm-) Don't you ever forget it (I'm from Marrero- I'm from) (I'm from Marrero so I'm packing that iron)