He Got Game

Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo
Superstar shootout
Overtime at durango
Clear out/the box out
Practice at the range - yo
Get the d to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough
Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza/rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner
Highlighted by the headturner
Every step you take
Televised by ted turner
Tbs and tnt
Sunday drain the tray
But drew the foul on nbc
Ain't no stoppin me
I told yall
I close the door on the series
Swept but they ain't here me
In case you forgot
This shot is hot
Boo yoww
Like stuart on the scott
Haves and have not
Go cat go
Let the legend grow
Game it like you game it
Better let em all know

1 for the chiza
2 for the flow
3 to get the heads ready
Go cat go
Go cat go

Go cat go
High and down low
Do it like you did
On the brother wit the fro
Good job baby
Get the crowd crazy
Put that finger up at the section ladies
Scream c'mon scream
At the chisa and the cream
Raised up in brooklyn
But be ballin down in queens
White man's burden
Be a black man's dream
Badge over troubled green
Be a triple team
Suits and ties
See the envy in the eyes
Controllin guys while the
Buyers lie about the size
High priced adonises
Unkept promises
Boxscore forgets all the no name threats
Puttin numbers up
To get them numbers up
Keep bouncin
But whos countin?

1 for the chiza
2 for the flow
3 to get the heads ready
Go cat go
Go cat go

Go cat go
High and down low
Do like you did
On the brother
With the fro

Go cat go
Let the legend grow
Game it like you game it
Better let em all know

Go cat go
Let a player know
Coney island style
Before you go pro

Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever

[flavor flav]
Now, now, now
Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit
Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick
Flavor flav ?time ticks, just count the six to eight figures?
? shut em down at the ritz
Thinkin of grits, kibbles 'n bits, now i'm in the mix
Flav be doin just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin jacks
Kid relax, honey i shrunk the kids
Flipped your wig, on top of the world like 'pac and big
Flavor flav still stay jig
Takin a swing, knock you out like shannon briggs
Up on your block, money bustin out my socks
Yo i'm in it for life, i'm takin a piece of the rock
Flavor flav got a lot, so you know i can't stop
In ninety-eight i'm livin on large estates boy!

Chorus: *sung*

Flavor flav shake yo' booty
Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty
Stack paper, and let's get crazy
Throw your hands in the air then be swayze
(repeat 2x)

[flavor flav]
Check out my girls, check out my girls
Sing that shit g, sing that shit g!

Give me the night, like george benson
And have fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and dr
Goin real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like kedar, on my def jam's
Let's see how the ball bounce
I'ld lampin, so you know i can't fall
From strong island, still buckwhylin, stylin
Profilin, eatin at city island
Now you know the real score, flavor's raw
Catch me on tour, makin mad moves for sure
Hittin chicks like galore, we're gonna dance
Til we shake the floor, i know you party people want more

Chorus

[flavor flav]
Word up yo
Ha ha, tsk tsk tsk
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ha hah
Ohh shit, sing it y'all!

(shake it) c'mon, sing it!
(shake it, shake it like ya want) sing it again, c'mon!
(shake it) let em hear you
(shake it, shake it like ya want) yo this is fly, it's fly, it's fly
(shake it) yo it's blazin
(shake it, shake it like ya want) all this shit is hot
(shake it) hot hot hot!
(shake it, shake it like ya want) hot hot hot hot!!!

First of all, flav never get stuck
Still wear my jewels that's trunk
Can't mess with the cash that's bad enough tryin to set me up
Get me messed up in the game, what's my name?
Watch me flame to the billboard spot
I'm hot hot hot, on mtv bet
The way you see me, v.i.p.
Don't try to make history
Stay loyal to fam p.e., ?
Nigua, burn your face with a ciggerua

Chorus 2x

[flavor flav]
Yeah that's right, two-zero-zero-zero
I know it's hot son, it's blazin
We gon' take this shit
We gon' flip it to the moon
Yaknowhati'msayin? and we gonna flip it off the moon
Back to new york, and flip it down broadway
Yaknowhati'msayin? all the way down to hot 97
And we gock it like this, like this yaknowhati'msayin?
Terminator x!!
Ha hah, let me hear that one more time, one more time
Terminator x!!

One more time, one more time, terminator x!

Look around
What do you see
Can you see what i can see
Hard to live without we
Catchin hell without he
Phenomenons, phenoms and prodigys - huh
20,000 maniacs just gotta be
Human highlight flicks
They wanna be
Hobbys turned to robberys
They killin me
The gun didn't know i was loaded
Devil attempts to get heroes railroaded
Stole the ball from lost souls
For whom the final bell tolls
Confused wit moses in street clothes
I suppose he the one wit cornrows
Blessed to do this
Outside jay
Do you know the way to the aba

One on one
He just begun
Come to the house
Of the rising son

I ain't one of these
Programmed cats
Just off the black
Where the shot clock at
Don't back me if i come
Wit milky raps
Smack me if i rhyme on
Silky tracks
Takes a nation to get back - huh
Mike sometimes the opposite
Of watcha like
I'm tired of taps within
Sometimes your brain's your cell
Prisons the skin you in
Gettin change beyond the point
Blank range
Combined wit the cross it's gettin over strange
Here comes the son
But who's gonna stop
The rain

Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesized
What was on the horizon
Forewarned yall
Is it any wonder
What kind of ground you goin under
A september ender
To march madness remember?
You never heard a murder
Take for example
Unsolved mystery
Life lost in a funk sample
Enter the bandwagons
Braggin hangin banners
Clearin the way for younger mcs
And new hammers
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With new york on the jersey front and back
Feel like tiger woods
Got madd goods
Way up from the cheap seats
Comin outta the hood
Race to the black seats
Amongst the wack seats
Be the hardcore
Alongside the deadbeats
The world lookin on
Like spectators
At crucified gladiators
Feels like a jungle inside
Where fish swim birds fly
Man got a tendency to die
Man falls to the hands of man
But damn if i'll ever try
To survive at courtside
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be the same ones that do us in
Spys
Cia - fbi
And them suits in that
Corporate sky
Eye for an eye
The target is the bad guy
Heard the war is on
From the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in the chest
Worshipped on the other side
Of tv sets
Had madd fans
Comin outta both sex
Sold, multi platinum
Eight times gold
But died of homicide
Twenty five years old
Heard he died in debt too
I ain't seen a winner yet, you?
The confused crowd boos
The move__________
In that corner
Number one in the east
The peace cursed for life
By the mark of the beast
Raised by peeps rode jeeps
Deep in brooklyn beats
Praised as a hero
Who came up off the streets
The crowd looks on
Claimin sides they don't own
A house built up on
Their skulls and bones
Knew it be a matter of time
The play by play
Two rappers slain
Main
So let us pray

Wit all the gunnin
Crowd goin crazy
Gettin bigger
Proud to be called a bunch
Bitches and niggas
The ghetto stage fulla
Field nigga goals
Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros
Five bodies got on the shot clock
Runnin down in the count made
The scoreboard rock
The referees the lapd
The lvpd
Said they couldn't catch
What they couldn't see
Question
Was it bigger than the names
Not only in the game
But the game behind the game
Down to the remaining
Seconds of this record
Anatomy of a murder
Intensity of a mystery
Dead and gone
As the heads looked on
Helpless
As the atmosphere preyed on
Investigating
And the winner be
Interscope/uni arista/bmg
Lost in overtime
Da tombstone trophy for people that ______
The rhymes that died
Beats that deceased
_____best
Rest in peace

Chorus
Rainy days from stormy nights
Though the stars shined
Days were bright
That was then this is now
That was them this is how

Rainy days from stormy nights
Though the stars shined
Days were bright
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?

Sold / black gold
One strong buck
To the milwaukee bucks
For a million bucks
Just get em off the street
So he don't get bucked
Super agent to rescue
So he won't get fucked
Ya run nigger run
To the auction block
But you can't pledge alliegance
To the block
This buck right here
The right kind a stock
For sale for passin
The right kind a rock
Auctioneer stern to massa falk
Can a nigga go home
Where he used to walk
Come back but super agent
Said you can't talk
I didn't know basketball had a balk
The buck run laps
While they run craniums
Players be drainin em
Owners be claimin em
Super agents framin em
Then nicknamin em
Tra win their ass
To be packin them stadiums
In the players ear
Word for word verbatim
Super agent got em locked
Coaches be hatin em
Super agent wouldn't even
Come in my hood
If i had no skills
Was wack and no good
In my neck of the woods
The leagues concrete
And one can only dream about wood
Yeah deal the grade
Let the bills get paid
Pay respect to the projects
And the half-court rejects
Scholarship save that college
Shit
Them championships
Don't pay for the head trips

Fuck the trophy
Find the loot
Then approach me
Land of milk and honey
Can i get a quickness
To the money
Or a witness four ______ years
I ain't wit this
Hell with the ncaa ____ / because
My super agents paid
With his dollars i can buy a fuckin college
Miss the rah rah campuses
And keep the school buses
Lookin who's lovin ya
Goin for the jugular
They know they can't
Contain me on the regular
Pimps, pushers
Pocketbook guzzler
Would you pardon my father
Mr. governor
Thought he had it made
Dreamin about a trade
The thanks we get
Put the roof on this bitch
Dark side of the room
When he jumped the broom
Super agent got this player
Nine-figure wages
Back of sports pages
Off ghetto stages
Shootin sleepin pills
And runnin to the hills
Starmaker makin stars
Hockin burgers and cars
Superstar
How you get to where you are

Chorus
Chillin off the court
See the nigga got bought
Got kicked out the sport
Unseen hand made em
Kiss the ass of the man
One cursed the flag
Everybody ran
Super agent where are you now?
Have you found another brother
To be your cow
Cause you fumbled my shit
And dropped the ball
You won't even answer my call

Bridge
Can i get a chance
If i don't sing or dance
Write about romance
Or wear short pants
So i rave and rant
You can't say i can't
Get my grants
Col chillin in a b boy stance