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On Our Own (Kenner/NOLA Anthem)
- This is what it’s like in NOLA…
- [HOOK]
- When I’m on my own…
- From NOLA all the way to my Kenner brothers up on Loyola,
- on my own…
- Nothing to do, this the kinda shit us NOLA boys are up to,
- When we’re on our own…
- Flunking outta publics cuz we too busy fucking it up all because,
- We’re on our own…
- Always on our own, but never alone,
- This is just how we roll at home on our own down in NO you knoow!
- Cruising down Loyola, coming out of NOLA,
- Just Denni C and his Gentily clique heading to Kenner City
- And we’re all looking forward to meeting a couple sweeties
- Go out all on our own and turn off the keys ‘n swisher twistin’
- Roll it tight for the light “feeling right” “feeling light” and I just might
- Keep the AC off hotbox and take the cloth off
- Ain’t nobody trying cockblock so let the windows fog up
- Go all out til my breathes all out
- Then kick the bitch out til her father calls out.
- Now there ain’t nothing much Kenner offers us
- But blunts up for a couple bucks,
- Some cunt butts up to fuck,
- It’s just funny how all the fun tends to find us…
- (When we’re on our own!)
- Biking from the levees to the skating punks behind Academy,
- Raising hell in the lots to the Grand that was Hollywood 9 asking me
- To get me and my crew out the building,
- So we all head for some Tennis but only for some special breathing
- Then chilling at Esplanade then Metairie still hanging onto the levee,
- You feel the air getting heavy,
- Beefs escalate every single day, about every single babe
- To who’s got the loudest bass to “Our Own” Mardi Gras days,
- Believe me when I say that this shit is no game,
- So know the difference between taking a load off puffing dro dog
- To.... don’t play around yo,
- you don’t wanna get caught between locs in this multicultural town yo
- 'fore you end up under I 10 on Elysian for messing with me bro…
- [HOOK]
- On our own til we grown, and you be hoping we matured, but hell no,
- We’ll still be on that green peter pan high in Neverland so we never grow.
- What I do in my own oldsmobile on my own
- That’s the same shit we did in the ol’ gold caravan at Golden Coral yo
- Driving through the neighborhood down Chateau
- Honking our horns at the rich golfers about to drive their iron on three
- Then we drive off the scene and gone like hide ‘n seek
- And then spin that wheel 360 degrees ‘n beep again numbing our cheeks,
- Laughing at these men like those skater boys in skinny jeans.
- Too high to drive dude, head to the drive through, one McGriddle please,
- Jump on the Huffy mobile,
- Ugh now put the pedal to the…fuck its a bike
- Spend that motherfucker round til we lift up off the ground,
- We go E.T. ‘n company all night baby, you never see us with a frown…
- (When we’re on our own!)
- Complaining about the “bacon” dropping speeding tickets like a Vietnamese plane ‘n
- West Esplanade ‘n Vintage is like Pearl Harbor today yet they pave in and outta lanes ‘n
- Right through the blockades ‘n stopping everyone like they on cocaine’ n…
- I just can’t help myself from laughing at these ugly motherfuckers pretending
- They all tough ‘n stuff flexing like they Stephen Rodgers Avenger acting,
- Well I’m off to jail ‘n, I don’t think moms coming to bail me,
- Cuz I rather be in jail then stuck inside my house,
- I’m just spending a night at a friend’s I told them, see you once I’m out…
- [HOOK]
- Quick, grab the firecrackers and turn the van on,
- We’re gonna light up the city like a bunch kids got hold of crayons,
- Like a kindergartner with a sixty four pack of markers,
- Marking it up, lighting the sky darkening the trap like tar dog,
- Tearing the tire to the rim down Loyola then again all the way ‘round,
- Letting the town know we’re a city, and cities don’t sleep when time’s late bound.
- People lose virginities when they first enter the city
- With Mardi Gras sweeties on a their lower center utilities
- Puffing kush ‘n push then shove when you enter the city,
- That’s how we roll in this city…
- (When we’re on our own!)
- “Touchdown” dancing instrumental with this known individual
- The most lyrical highly committed dope individual,
- Cash money hoes, I’m straight no matter what exposed
- Straighter than a homophobe,
- Flow so cold like a rapper supposed.
- Ugh no shortcutting, looka the hustle,
- I ain’t nothing I’m definitely something…
- Ugh I’m a straight motherfucker, straight out the cage motherfucker
- I got my June summer luggage in the blue garbage truck ‘n
- Heading through summer Pensacola to show ‘em how Kenner does it
- Get in trouble, go down crunk ‘n, leave the crowd thumping,
- Head home and then we do this shit all over,
- But only…
- [HOOK]
- When I’m on my own…
- From NOLA all the way to my Kenner brothers up on Loyola,
- on my own…
- Nothing to do, this the kinda shit us NOLA boys are up to,
- When we’re on our own…
- Flunking outta publics cuz we too busy fucking it up all because,
- We’re on our own…
- Always on our own, but never alone,
- This is just how we roll at home on our own down in New Orleans you knoow!
- HA HA!
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