- BOY HOOD 歌词 Jon Batiste PJ Morton Trombone Shorty
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- Trombone Shorty BOY HOOD 歌词
- Jon Batiste PJ Morton Trombone Shorty
- Candy cane, jump rope
Cornbread and pig lip Hot fries, holy water Superdome cheese dip Perched on da fence, Po'boys in da yard Don't mess with my rug or my season salt boy I know where he be, know where he come from Hot boy taking over for the twenty-two thousands Uhhh na na na na, no limit soldier Home is where the heart stay Where the Pelicans and the Saints play The eagle land on Frenchman and the sparrow land on Sunday When pop pop wouldn't give me ends (give me ends) Grandma was a ATM (was a ATM) Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's) I just had to rot my teeth out Basketball under the treehouse Too short to catch a rebound Maybe that wasn't my callin' But you could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin' From New York down to New Orleans You could still see me ballin' You could still see me Popeyes when they had that red, white, and blue bag Puttin on that Sportin' Waves underneath my durag If your line pushed back, or your shoes dirty Don't come around here, best stay home, ya heard me?! It's the time of dem naturals, Priestly, Satchel Bayou maharajahs, Nat King and Satchmo If you see him then and even if ya see him now It's the same Jon Jon with that same gold crown, ya heard me? When pop pop wouldn't give me ends (give me ends) Grandma was a ATM (was a ATM) Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's) I just had to rot my teeth out Basketball under the treehouse Too short to catch a rebound Maybe that wasn't my callin' But you could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin' From New York down to New Orleans You could still see me ballin' You could still see me (Go ahead P J) I could still remember the mornings Breakfast cooking half asleep and still yawning Yeah, yeah, yeah It's time from Zulu so we better get going No place like New Orleans, yeah I said I'm far from home but I always represent, yeah I thought I had so much time, I don't know where it went But now that I'm grown I know what it all meant No place like New Orleans, yeah, yeah (Trombone Shorty and them boys) You could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin'
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