N.O. To The L.B.C. lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yup, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm a mad ass lunatic, n*gga with a vicious spit
Real live New Orleans n*gga, out to get a grip
On the grind all the time
Ask my homies from the 504, you know
Yeah, I keep it G, did a whole mixtape in the LBC
California weed had me rapping in my sleep
Blowing dottie and pimp smacking the beat
I'm laid back like my airplane seat
And while I count money, you count sheep
I'm old school, I'm so cool
You only pop big sh*t on Pro Tools
Don't speak to me when I roll through
'Cause I'll act like I don't know you
Spitta keep it authentic every minute that a n*gga living
I gotta get more loot, yeah

[Verse 2: J-Deeds]
I'm an east side Long Beach member of the FS Jet set
Bout to set off to the next check
[?] blowing trees
Ask the homies on the east
[?] they know
That a young n*gga all about the pesos
Big phantom and I whip it like yayo
Like Snoop told you, n*ggas better lay low
If not I'll turn your fitted hat to a halo
They know if it's not kush we don't blaze it up
Its Rayo in this b*tch, we never change it up
f*cking with my n*gga Spitta, got it raining bucks
And if your b*tch got her wish she wish she came with us