I say my prayers every mornin' just like juice I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm loose I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was combat They fit my feet Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops
Why oh why do memories keep me? Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee Sometimes I blow my brains to put my life at ease But I clockin' out I gotta see the seven seas
Please, a very lucky number for me That was the age when I discovered how good ballin' be Up mornin' with the birdies doin' little drills Go to my left go to my right mad skills
How could a love for this game so much sadness I played with brothas with so much But now they gone I sing a pop a three the top of the key in they memory
Why, oh, why do memories be me? Sometimes it me wanna grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when it's another color I still be memorizin' lines out on the court singin'
Why, oh why do memories be me? Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and Even in seasons when it's color sport I be rememberin' my partners on the court
Do you remember the court in September? Me and my homies be for whoever Would come along and try to send us to the From the game that we'd been dominatin' there for
All day to be more east to west From Atlantic to fools would come round To get and try to take our crown But we would hold our ground and we would back down
Old timers, new timers would get in there And take a seat there and try to But oh, no, there was no chance when we was in the We was at the top, we had hops, we got props
And when we to we busted chops Wipe the court your game like we was usin' mops ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the park I reminisce while shootin' solitary after
Why, oh, why do memories be me? Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee in seasons when it's another color sport I still be memorizin' lines out on the court singin'
Why, oh why do memories be me? Sometimes it me wanna grab my shit and flee Even in seasons when another color sport I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball
Why, oh, Why, oh,
C came fresh from out of town And he had handles and like McDonald's he could ya baby bounces between drinkin' forty ounces Knock ya on heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
But oh no, the got quicker to his head and he said "I I musta placed some stupid bets" He hit me up for some cash, was a car crash A splash and then the brother made a mad
Rob, oh, Rob his whole life was like a roller But on the court he looked like a Dr. J. Flyin' high with an Afro blowin' in the Wipin' Windex, index rolls off the glass
Then swish through the net jump a Corvette a triple pirouette But off the court he had a few temptations No by 24 he had 3 pregnations Last check crack
So many other brothers gone from dimension And none of those who got receive a pension Give a bup, bup, to locked up in detention Memories too many And we say, "One time, one more time"
Why, oh, why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and Even in seasons when it's another color I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court
Why, oh why do be chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my and flee Even in when it's another color sport I be rememberin' my on the basketball court