A song about Louisiana, my birthplace and one of the most unique places in the world. Littered with references to foods, streets, cities, weather, etc. Lyrics My State, try pace, keep up ya heard me Humid state of the diverse Heat in these streets, Bet you couldn't die worse My birth wise earth, pinch pennies or you will cry thirst High first Floods couldn't hold us, Corrupt cops and officials, couldn't dare mold us The old L.A. ice cold in the summer L.A. Fats in the caddy L.A You barely, fairly, Know the story Flooded by you and still we rose to glory, from the spot Throw me something on the low, get down Fill it up, let it boil real slow From the past I bet you know how the zones are grown, perish Not knowing who's throne you on My state, try pace, keep up ya heard me My state, wide plate, eat up ya heard me Wayne said its bling, my place be rocking different Same stove you own plus different pots in the kitchen The block is hot where I'm from Tech sweats, bullets 400 in the sun Young juvie in the drop, red sticks on the block Is it new or lean, the fiends get it off the top And do he think he's slick, the shit drips out the pours The mud bugs the best, but worth to get it out, sure Wrap it up, ship it out, straight down canal Dap it up, pimp it out, sights and smells, foul My state, vibe great, dare say immaculate Get them saints talking, dawg, you gone see passionate Boot in your ass and not another comes close Different 32's and still the homies stand froze My state, try pace, keep up ya heard me My state, wide plate, eat up ya heard me Wayne said its bling, my place be rocking different Same stove you own, same, same stove you ownmore