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dave b - he got game lyrics

started at the left wing and then flashed to the middle
if he hit you on the cut let it p-ss ‘fore you dribble
wasn’t hip to all them jerseys that i was in
she ain’t heard of this but she done heard of’
so i was in’doing slow suicide to her mind
thinking that i am, i just felt a part of something
put my pride inside the rim, plus my n-gg-s out here with me
so we gotta ge the wind, call us younglings who dreaming
when the sun’s out whopping bread elevens with the tongue out
wanna be like mike so i be riding with my tongue out
jay v was cool but varsity took the fun out
partially parting ways with that, pardon me, doing drugs

but not until they tell me i’m the greatest
not until i could tell my momma i made it
showing up to practice kinda late and pretty faded
like f-ck it, he got game

talk about the greatest thing that never happened
know i’m wasting time with all these practices
forever rapping, tapped into my creative side
running drills, still got blown out by 35
but i had 9 and we don’t care about the w
that was not important ’cause i know she’s still gonna f-ck me
i know she’s seen me starring
she think i’m so kind of type of future hooping, skyping
having mike magic, close the total for the night
i’m the cat and you’ll never p-ss but i p-ss
triple, double, slap the gl-ss on that dance
academic probation, a lot of time for my p-ssion
watching rhymes in that study hall, watching us get our -ss beat
and who i’m tryna kid, i am no athlete
after all the b-tches ’cause they jacking the hoopers
with my socks and my bag, gatorade in my cooler
feeling cooler than’

but not until they tell me i’m the greatest
not until i could tell my momma i made it
showing up to practice kinda late and pretty faded
like where we run here, where i’m at

yeah, never let these n-gg-s tell you something ain’t attainable
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, sunshine, rain, sleet and snow
be the one they talk about, talk about what they won’t do
never stress opinions just make sure they all know you
go through that sh-t but know that sh-t don’t define you
say you love the sonics, baby girl, and you can ride, too

- dave b lyrics

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