Psychoward - Rockslangas lyrics

[Brainstorm] Mac dad-o, Karamello We free agents.....7 years, 220 million dollars apiece I'm the startin' power forward, Brainstorm the gambler Uptown baller, bona fide rock handla I got sk**z handle the mic like Muggsy I got dreams like Hakeem to be a rich man, like Rich and Bugsy My man I got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out Travelin' like Chris Webber, before he called that time out I ain't bout that punk sh**, got game but can't dunk sh** f** that I'm about to get on some more white men can't jump sh** See me on the court with no ups, but mad handle One-on-one for thirty dollars? You know I like to gamble I got game but it ain't like I can't lose But lady you might catch me on the court freestylin' bout your shoes I slang many types of rocks many types of ways Slangin' them things since way back in the days n***as slangin' crack rocks, thinkin' they be ballin' Nah, not me patna, I'd rather slang a Spalding Last week f** around and got a triple-double [Karamello] Check the balls, check the balls All in the ballin' in your own sweat puddles ya fallin' Stutter-steppin' never stallin' The illest place K is callin', but callin' K out is not wise Lurkin' in the paint six five ready to swat flies Burnin' ya like hot fries, the message to contenders You better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor (Candy Ass!) I'm handy with my pa**es to perfectionists like BOW! I do your team foul Be on conception with my illa crossover Shakin' crossovers ya lost, game over Don't believe me? Lemme show ya Rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin I spot ya a** ten games eleven, you still couldn't win Sk**s are blended in a matter that means much to slayer Word to Scottie, case considered as the all-around player Number 24 rippin' plenty more rhymes Many feet behind the three line, nothin' but twine That's ya muthaf**in' be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine And powerful ya done, hit the showers here's a towel I'ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a Scott The Laker girls are screamin' Psychoward muthaf**as Usin' metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry If you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me [Mac] It's the six two straight from Third Ward State University where chumps vacate Gimme a fast break Watch the camoflauge a**a** TAKE n***as These fake n***as, these ole "I'm from out of state" n***as and what? Slangin' rocks to support skin pops Fiends know when you're home and when you're not And real n***as open up shop, on territorial blocks Tell the cops that you about to get stopped Kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock Plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot And he'll be out around eight o clock Until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks It's kinda similar for players who shine Both get P-T, but in the dope game, that's prison time The Universal, contraversal, multi-versal See you on my tennis shoe commercial n***as It don't quit n***a Uptown how ya figure? The dream team n***a, ya heard of us