I say my prayers every mornin' just orange juice I the crinkles out my body till I'm feelin' loose I strap my sneakers on my like they was combat boots They fit my like Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops
Why oh why do keep chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee Sometimes I wanna my brains to put my life at ease But I ain't out I gotta see the seven seas
Please, seven's a very lucky for me That was the age when I discovered how good ballin' be Up every mornin' with the doin' little drills Go to my left go to my right mad skills
How could a love for this game bring so sadness I with brothas with so much badness But now they gone I sing a song pop a From the top of the key in memory
Why, oh, why do be chasin' me? it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another color I still be lines out on the basketball court singin'
Why, oh why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my and flee in seasons when it's another color sport I be rememberin' my on the basketball court
Do you runnin' the court in September? Me and my be down for whoever come along and try to send us to the showers From the game that we'd been dominatin' for hours
All day to be more specific to west From Atlantic to Pacific fools would round To get down and try to our crown But we hold our ground and we would never back down
Old timers, new timers would get in there And take a there and try to prepare But oh, no, there was no when we was in the zone We was alone at the top, we had hops, we got
And when we needed to we busted Wipe the court your game like we was usin' mops ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the park I while shootin' solitary after dark
Why, oh, why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another sport I still be lines out on the basketball court singin'
Why, oh why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another sport I be rememberin' my partners on the court
Why, oh, Why, oh,
Brother C came fresh from out of And he had handles and like he could clown ya Dribblin' baby between drinkin' forty ounces ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
But oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he "I I musta placed some stupid bets" He hit me up for some cash, there was a car A splash and then the brother made a mad
Rob, oh, Rob his whole was like a roller coaster But on the he looked like a Dr. J. Poster high with an Afro blowin' in the wind Wipin' Windex, index finger off the glass
Then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a pirouette But off the he had a few temptations copulations No by 24 he had 3 pregnations Last check crack
So many other brothers from this dimension And none of those who got hurt receive a Give a bup, bup, to those locked up in too many dimension And we say, "One more time, one time"
Why, oh, why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it me wanna grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another sport I still be memorizin' lines out on the court singin'
Why, oh why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me wanna my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another sport I be rememberin' my on the basketball court