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young savage - two-piggity-pac lyrics

[verse 1]
(now rapping basketball — number 1, kurtis blow)
basketball is my favorite sport
i like the way they dribble up and down the court
just like i’m the king on the microphone
so is dr. j and moses malone
i like slam dunks, take me to the hoop
my favorite play is the alley-oop
i like the pick-and-roll, i like the give-and-go
cause it’s basketball, uh, mister kurtis blow
i used to go to dinner, then take the girl
to see tiny play against earl the pearl
and wilt, big o, and jerry west
play basketball at it’s very best
basketball has always been my thing
i like magic, bird, and bernard king
and number 33, my man kareem
is the center on my starting team
clyde, rick barry, and pistol pete
now these players could never be beat
isiah, and iceman too
just give ’em the ball, and then you chalk up two
dantley and wilkins are on the scene
and ralph sampson is really mean
bill russell didn’t take no junk
and darryl dawkins got a monster dunk
tell me, were you in the joint
the night wilt scored 100 points?
or when celtics won t-tles back-to-back
and didn’t give n-body no kind of slack?
or when dr. j shook the whole d-mn team
with moves that came right out of a dream?
or when willis reed stood so tall
playing d with desire? it’s basketball!
i get the ball and then i go and play
like a superstar in the nba
the forwards, the centers, and all the guards
the ones you see on the bubblegum cards
me and homeboy would go one-on-one
cause playing the game is a lot of fun
sit by the tv and watch ’em all
cause kurtis blow is rapping basketball

[verse 2 ]
who shot ya? separate the weak from the obsolete
hard to creep them brooklyn streets
it’s on n-gg-, f-ck all that bickering beef
i can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
your heartbeat sound like sasquatch feet
thundering, shaking the concrete
then the sh-t stop when i foil the plot
neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
old school/new school need to learn though
i burn, baby, burn like “disco inferno”
burn slow like blunts with yayo
peel more skins than idaho potato
n-gg-s know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
f-cking with b.i.g. it ain’t safe
i make your skin chafe, rashes on them -sses
b-mps and bruises, blunts and land cruisers
big poppa smash fools, bash fools
n-gg-s mad because i know that cash rules
everything around me two glock 9s
any motherf-cker whispering about mines
and i’m crooklyn’s finest
you rewind this, bad boy’s behind this

- young savage lyrics

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