On Our Own (Kenner/NOLA Anthem)
• Written by DenniC
DenniC's Notes
My entire childhood. Everything is true
Fast pace, hook is very similar to original hook.
NOLA=New Orleans Louisiana
Streets: West Esplanade, Vintage, Loyola, Elysian Fields, and Chateau
Oldsmobile- my car
Levee- an embankment built to prevent the overflow of water
Academy: Outdoors and sports Store
The Grand- movie thaetre(one in both Kenner and NOLA)
Hollywood 9- what The Grand used to be in Kenner
"Bacon"-term for PoPo
"Stephen Rodgers"- Cpt. America
Trap- street
"June -blue truck" - my friend's dad owned a dump truck and my homes and i drove it to Grand Isle (beach)
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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DenniC
Member since October 14 2013