Track 4112/4Hoop Games

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I dribble up the middle then I funk it on 'em I cross over like street lights hanging over your dome I'm a beast homie, too much sauce, the streets know me My name ain't Steph but I stay with that steam cut rib If you ain't James then you 'bout to get the wrongs No gold for y'all, only bricks in your palms I gots the magic, you can call me Johnson I ain't talkin' Stockholm, take you back to Air One Bounce the rock open, noodles, no ju-ju I'm just hot, he's on fire, it's 2-1-2 I make the ball turn blue, then I aim for the hoop Police at the peak of the way that I shoot, they all 'yay I am the doctor, J-J-J-J-J-J, you at bay Shot straight in your face, ah You can guard the net, the chain, no camera, what's the deal? You lookin' for the raw, go get 'em I pierce the rhythm of ball, this game seven My will to always be stronger, Chamberlain I felt the flicker, the spalding Yo, you got to watch the baseline, the baseline We jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' We jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jump Jumpin', jump, jumpin', jump Jumpin', jump, jump, jump We jumpin', jump, we jumpin' Jump, jumpin', jump, jump Jump if we high up Too, too, too, too extra funky with the Duncan on your duckies Speedy with the water, three-pointer right before ya Right to my left like a chemo, all of your wannabes wanna be me 'til he turn the shack on ya He rose like a Derrick, then break it back for ya This ain't an act, no, it's more like an action And wherever that you runnin', we stirrin' up shawty You think you wanted somethin', but you ain't gettin' nothin' Shot got blocked, no date, but hoes comin' Put you in your spot 'til you feel the drop drummin' I'm stunnin', too fly, Mike Jordan, I might run it, too wild Illini, fresh in the main, alive, workin' them elbows out Surfin' through every crowd, I'm swervin' through every drought I nurtured it when y'all bounced the rocks Swingin' around and drop between socks, now all you see is me How many fingers of mine do the rings love? You ain't gettin' jacked, son, my trophy rack filled up Jerky over the court, space jammin' backwards 360 windmill, bounce it off the backboard My squad, they raw, hit 'em with that Chris Paul And all spin double backs, now the step ball It falls into the net with one second left Earn my respect, yours I collect with finesse Finette jump, finette jump, finette jump Finette jump, jump, finette jump, jump, jump Jump it, jump, jump it, jump, jump it Jump, jump, jump, jump it, jump Jump, jump, jump it, jump, jump it Jump, jump it, jump, jump, jump Jump it, jump it, jump it (Yours I collect with finesse) Finette jump, finette jump, finette jump Finette jump, jump it, jump, jump it Jump, jump it, jump, jump, jump Jump it, jump, jump it, jump, jump it Jump, jump, jump, jump it Jump, jump, jump it Jump, jump, jump, jump it Jump, jump it, jump