Large Professor - Exercise lyrics

[heavy breathing ] Check this out man All this gym sh** Runnin' around for a scholarship Ain't even my style man I don't even know what the f** I'm doin' in this sh** 'Bout to get the fu*k up out of this sh** Ain't even with this [Verse One] Me play sports? Don't place your bet I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat I just make the words sound hip I leave it up to Jane Fonda, to take care of that physical fit sh** Nothin' wrong with bein overWEIGHT, everything's STRAIGHT So long as my pockets stay in SHAPE I never participated in gym I hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin They say health brings you longevity But I'm not one for that extra-curriculum activity You might see the Ak, with a baseball hat Won't see me on no field with no baseball bat In case some n***a head, got to get cracked Other than that, I don't plan to run track Picture me joggin' for miles.. HA! Come on kid, that's just not my style I just talk to girls on the horn You won't see the Ak upstairs, puttin' no bu*ter on his corns Another athlete bites the dust Another n***a from Egypt, make Egyptian Musk Picture me wearin' Pro Keds, runnin' the full court Don't jump out your basket-a** head I just cool around the block and hold down the fort Straight up and down n***a, I'm not a good sport [Hook] "Exercise" [Verse Two] Don't throw your soccer balls this way The name is Akinyele, not no motherf**in' Pele Baseballs is what I'm not with So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catchin' sh**! The only time I slide and run, is after a murder's done I get ghost before the homicide come But that's a different subject; that's called games of d**h When your man play Russian roulette while upset He can't handle it, he wants to stop it He grabs the hammer and co*k it, but that's a whole different topic I just throw my voice on plastic You won't see me wra**lin' in no arena, gettin my a** kicked Or better yet boxin' in, some ring with gloves Talkin about pssh-pssh, losin oxygen You know the whole blase-BLASAH, the Ak SAGA I'm quick, to run your sh** like a JOGGER Huh! I don't carry no stop clock I knock the J off of Jock, so you can just call me Ak Yeah, it's just that simple son On my spare time, I be rackin' b**hes up, at the Wimbledon But I'm not one for tennis Nor breakin' no sport records in the World Book of Guinness I just cool around the block and hold down the fort Straight up and down n***a, I'm not a good sport [Hook] "Exercise" [Verse Three] Me jumpin' over fences, don't make sense kid On a hot day, you'll find me coolin' on the benches And you could ask me where the water's at But don't come ask me to act, like no motherf**in' quarterback Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right Talkin' that Hut One, Hut Two, Hut Three, Hike: psych I'm POETIC, while dealin' with the alphaBETIC Not ATHLETIC, that's why I don't SWEAT IT So you can keep your sports on hold f** soccer, the sh** that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold I just cool around the block and hold down the fort I just cool around the block and hold down the fort I just cool around the block and hold down the fort Straight up and down n***a, I'm not a good sport [slow scratching, heavy breathing] Uh-uh, I'm the f** out I ain't with this sh** Find the n***a, blow the whistle man