Do you like my song rate it plz it is called A New Orleans State of Mind

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap.

The pineapple drops deep as does my rock.
I never wash, 'cause to wash is the teacher of walk.
Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined.
I think of rappers when I'm in a New Orleans state of mind.

Hope the talk got some lock.
My walk don't like no dirty stock.
Run up to the block and get the clock.

In a New Orleans state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The moist pineapple?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dapple.

I'm rappin' to the light,
And I'm gonna move your site.

Hot, beautiful, delightful, like a soap
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a slope.

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the rod.
I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no broad.

I'm rappin' to the site,
And I'm gonna move your light.

Yea, yaz, in a New Orleans state of mind.

When I was young my teacher had a dapple.
I waz kicked out without no grapple.
I never thought I'd see that snapple.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's chapel.

A smooth angel is quite the archangel.

Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).