[Hook]
Running and running and running we cross first
from the court to the field to the track we got game
[Verse 1]
I was born with a ball in my hands like rugby
jersey material tear away onsie
my first step was a jab move lovely
up the sideline of the stairs couldn't hug me
never been cuddly unless you call snuggly
a right cross combo to the jaw don't touch me
i ate breakfast out of a baseball mit
and i was spitting frosted flakes before i learned to sit
my nursery a dugout when i was thirsty chugged down
a creatin shake and a box of fudge rounds
babies dribbling i was dribbling balls
i can't help my crossover makes my siblings fall
instead a spankings got red cards and penalties
my parents more like arguing with the referees
i once tanked a year for draft position
cuz nothing matters more than winning
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[Verse 2]
you think you got sport? you only got game
like grade school kids candyland playing
just because it's scored don't mean its the same
lame by any other name is still lame
driving in a car or riding on a horse
might be on track but your still of course
like comparing go cart to driving a porsche
not everyone can be like Gumbel - real sports
got to stay humble like peel on shorts
activities are people too just not sports
hiking not a sport, biking not a sport
surfing and facebook liking are not sports
tricycling and crew are not a sports
if it inolves a canoe or "hey dude" it's not sports
i got news for your ba** pro team
i'm not trying to be an . . . well you know what i mean, no sport
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