| Song | Magnolia Soul |
| Artist | Ozomatli |
| Album | Don't Mess With The Dragon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abers, Bella, Pacheco, Porter ... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let the good times roll, | |
| Bad times gone | |
| The suns gonna shine | |
| Rise up, get on your feet | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Sad times gone | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Pretty mama can't stop | |
| Magnolia's soul | |
| Justin: | |
| Dear magnolia, what's crackin'? | |
| Been a long time since I last saw your face | |
| Never forget the day out in the sticks I saw your crecsent smile in place | |
| All the way from uptown, downtown, lakeside to river | |
| Heard W don't care about them | |
| Gotta watch who you make ya friend | |
| Otherwise FEMA will come through and backstab you again | |
| Just some advice to lend | |
| Weak ties will bend | |
| Through the dark true light will win | |
| And they said that this the end | |
| But we fixin' to make them saints march on again | |
| CHORUS | |
| Jabu: | |
| Polite little hurricane, called for she came | |
| Officials knew the deal and they didn't do a thang | |
| Knew her every move | |
| Yep Katrina was her name | |
| The mayor had the whole game in the palm of his hand | |
| Hand in the pot | |
| Caught cold and oh!/ shouldv'e fixed them damn levees long time ago/ but they didn't take the chance to do it | |
| Pitty pat between the pres and the mayor | |
| Folks was dying (die) too | |
| A gang of us in the superdome | |
| We're in the heat | |
| Folks in wheelchairs feet swole, nothing to eat | |
| So to the kids and the families that lost | |
| I rhyme for, ‘nolia clap | |
| Show the world your sooooooul | |
| CHORUS | |
| Bridge: | |
| Everybody clap them hands | |
| Still steppin to the second line band | |
| Still stompin' to the zulu drum | |
| You can't stop this native son | |
| A huh huh | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Let the good times roll pretty mama can't stop magnolias soul | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo qu : Abers, Bella, Pacheco, Porter ... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let the good times roll, | |
| Bad times gone | |
| The suns gonna shine | |
| Rise up, get on your feet | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Sad times gone | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Pretty mama can' t stop | |
| Magnolia' s soul | |
| Justin: | |
| Dear magnolia, what' s crackin'? | |
| Been a long time since I last saw your face | |
| Never forget the day out in the sticks I saw your crecsent smile in place | |
| All the way from uptown, downtown, lakeside to river | |
| Heard W don' t care about them | |
| Gotta watch who you make ya friend | |
| Otherwise FEMA will come through and backstab you again | |
| Just some advice to lend | |
| Weak ties will bend | |
| Through the dark true light will win | |
| And they said that this the end | |
| But we fixin' to make them saints march on again | |
| CHORUS | |
| Jabu: | |
| Polite little hurricane, called for she came | |
| Officials knew the deal and they didn' t do a thang | |
| Knew her every move | |
| Yep Katrina was her name | |
| The mayor had the whole game in the palm of his hand | |
| Hand in the pot | |
| Caught cold and oh! shouldv' e fixed them damn levees long time ago but they didn' t take the chance to do it | |
| Pitty pat between the pres and the mayor | |
| Folks was dying die too | |
| A gang of us in the superdome | |
| We' re in the heat | |
| Folks in wheelchairs feet swole, nothing to eat | |
| So to the kids and the families that lost | |
| I rhyme for, ' nolia clap | |
| Show the world your sooooooul | |
| CHORUS | |
| Bridge: | |
| Everybody clap them hands | |
| Still steppin to the second line band | |
| Still stompin' to the zulu drum | |
| You can' t stop this native son | |
| A huh huh | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Let the good times roll pretty mama can' t stop magnolias soul | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò qǔ : Abers, Bella, Pacheco, Porter ... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let the good times roll, | |
| Bad times gone | |
| The suns gonna shine | |
| Rise up, get on your feet | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Sad times gone | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Pretty mama can' t stop | |
| Magnolia' s soul | |
| Justin: | |
| Dear magnolia, what' s crackin'? | |
| Been a long time since I last saw your face | |
| Never forget the day out in the sticks I saw your crecsent smile in place | |
| All the way from uptown, downtown, lakeside to river | |
| Heard W don' t care about them | |
| Gotta watch who you make ya friend | |
| Otherwise FEMA will come through and backstab you again | |
| Just some advice to lend | |
| Weak ties will bend | |
| Through the dark true light will win | |
| And they said that this the end | |
| But we fixin' to make them saints march on again | |
| CHORUS | |
| Jabu: | |
| Polite little hurricane, called for she came | |
| Officials knew the deal and they didn' t do a thang | |
| Knew her every move | |
| Yep Katrina was her name | |
| The mayor had the whole game in the palm of his hand | |
| Hand in the pot | |
| Caught cold and oh! shouldv' e fixed them damn levees long time ago but they didn' t take the chance to do it | |
| Pitty pat between the pres and the mayor | |
| Folks was dying die too | |
| A gang of us in the superdome | |
| We' re in the heat | |
| Folks in wheelchairs feet swole, nothing to eat | |
| So to the kids and the families that lost | |
| I rhyme for, ' nolia clap | |
| Show the world your sooooooul | |
| CHORUS | |
| Bridge: | |
| Everybody clap them hands | |
| Still steppin to the second line band | |
| Still stompin' to the zulu drum | |
| You can' t stop this native son | |
| A huh huh | |
| Let the good times roll | |
| Let the good times roll pretty mama can' t stop magnolias soul | |
| CHORUS |