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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, I 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 Frenchmen And the sparrow land on Sunday (I know he watching over me) When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't 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 see me ba-ball) You could still see me ballin' (You could see me ba-ball) From New York down to New Orleans (You could see me ba-ball) You could still see me ballin' (You could see me ba-ball) You could still see Popeyes when they had that red white and blue bag Puttin' on that Sportin' Waves underneath my durag If yo' line pushed back, or your shoes dirty Don't come around here, bes' stay home, you 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, You heard me? (AIright!) When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't 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 see me ballin' (You could see me ba-ball) You could still see me ballin' (You could see me ba-ball) From New York down to New Orleans (You could see me ba-ball) You could still see me ballin' (You could see me ba-ball) You could still see (Go ahead P.J.) I could still remember the mornings Breakfast cooking half asleep and still yawnin' Yeah yeah yeah It's time for Zulu so we better get goin' No place like New Orleans Yeah I said I'm far from home but I always represent 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 You could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin' You could still see me ballin'
Writer(s): Troy Andrews, Paul Morton Jr, Sunny Levine, Jon Batiste, Jahaan Akil Sweet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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