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Jon Batiste - BOY HOOD (Visualizer) ft. PJ Morton, Trombone Shorty
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jon Batiste
Jon Batiste
Klavier
PJ Morton
PJ Morton
Stimme und Gesang
Trombone Shorty
Trombone Shorty
Posaune
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jon Batiste
Jon Batiste
Songwriter:in
PJ Morton
PJ Morton
Songwriter:in
Troy Andrews
Troy Andrews
Songwriter:in
Sunny Levine
Sunny Levine
Songwriter:in
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jon Batiste
Jon Batiste
Produzent:in
Marc Whitmore
Marc Whitmore
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Produzent:in
Sunny Levine
Sunny Levine
Produzent:in

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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, 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'
Writer(s): Sunny Dave Levine, Troy Michael Andrews, Jonathan M. Batiste, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Paul Sylvester Morton Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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