A Friendly Game Of Basketball Lyrics

A Friendly Game Of Basketball lyrics

Aiiyo, straight up

I'm sick of watchin' all y'all rappers and actors

On MTV Cribs playin' basketball at ya house

I'm sick of watchin' y'all mess up Celebrity All-Star Weekend

Ya non lay up makin' motherfuckers, y'all suck



I'll bust all y'all asses one on one

We'll play to eleven, I'll spot ya five points

And I'll still serve that ass

This J-Zone talkin' to you boy, come on



Now that every ball player wanna rap and every rapper wanna ball

I'm talkin' shit one on one, I drop a dime on 'em all

Look I make records but when I get time ballin' is my hobby

Ball playin' rap dudes, none of y'all can stop me



Bow wow's got game but he's five foot three

Nice crossover dog, try that jive on me

Might need a little backup to hang with me

Fuck that, two on one call Jermaine Dupri



Call Kriss Kross too, all four of y'all in

You're gonna have to do more than Jump Jump to win

Ice Cube, I love his work but on a court ain't nothin' poppin'

When my jump shot droppin' I be like steady mobbin'



Four, five niggaz in a mother ship

Cube, take it to the rappin' bring the Jeri curl back

Timberlake is the man for flashin' Janet's tits

But his hoop game is so weak, even Magic can't assist



I saw Nelly playin' ball but his game was sturrr

One on one you wanna ball, we can ball right thurrr

Heard Latifah played in high school and she wanted state

Huh, I still swat a girl shot, I don't discriminate



Master P is a No Limit soldier

But I got the old maid crossover, 'bout it, 'bout it

Don't get it wrong I love P but I'ma take him to the lane

We can even have Pen & Pixel sponsor the game



Snoop Dogg wanna ball, we can do that for shizzle

Hit a jump on at his grill on Doggy Fizzle Televizzle

All you stars wanna be T-Mac, y'all got one thing in common

None of y'all wanna face the zone



Ball players wanna rap, rappers wanna ball

Make my day, I'm laughin' at 'em all

I'm just out to get fame so if I'm dissin' ya game

I'm just lookin' for attention by callin' ya name



Aiiyo, Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog

Up there rappin' with Brian McKnight and shit, it's all good

'Cause I'm tryin' out for the motherfuckin' league

And I'm gettin' me a spot



Now and for all these NBA dudes can make CDs

I can get up in the NBA and make some cheese

Even versus the Lakers my game don't stop

You don't believe, get me one on one with Rick Fox



And when my jump shot's on Rick, come and get with me

Don't try to play tough, I ain't dumb Christy

Even Chris Webber don't stand a chance

I cross him up, fuck up his bad knee

And put him in the ambulance, see ya



Just give me a meeting with David Stern

Get my ass to this camp and these players gon' learn

I can beat the Portland Blazers, believe that

'Cause when we playin' I'll just ask 'em yo, where the weed at?

And they be like fuck the game, pass the joint

And I'll win by forfeit, while they keep puffin'



Everybody gon' trip out and say that I'm buggin'

Nawh, I'm just kiddin' but I'm up for this challenge

Celebrity All-Star 2005, hook me up and let the zone get live

Do I really got game? I don't know, come and test me

But make sure it's televised so I can sell some records



Ball players wanna rap, rappers wanna ball

Make my day, I'm laughin' at 'em all

I'm just out to get fame so if I'm dissin' ya game

I'm just lookin' for attention by callin' ya name



Yo, some of y'all probably wanna know if I really can play

Or if I'm just talkin' shit, I won't lie

I drop more bricks than Co-Op City

But you know what, I still look pretty while I do it



And I'll still serve half of these rappin' movie dudes

And I'll do it in golf shoes, we'll play to eleven

I'll spot ya five points and I'll still win, Celebrity All-Star 2005

J-Zone, baby, game over, bitch