BOY HOOD (feat. 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 me

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, 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

(Go ahead P.J.)

I could still remember the mornings

Breakfast cooking half asleep and still yawnin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's time from Zulu so we better get goin'

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'