Scrilla Vic
Scrilla Vic - Below The Rim Pro songtekst
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Lo and behold the lo pro's on the road so get a leg up If the backs are slim, I won't give it up I deal with runnin' mind games like it ain't no thing Bring my game to settle scores, it's more than styles that I swing To hustle in this bustle's my profession Stutter step and juke, swoop and scoop and impressin' This here's a lesson on how I hypnotize, right? To the thighs I'm never nervous and I ain't far behind Send shivers up your spine when you're ridin' the pine Yeah your vision distorts and I take no shorts Cuz the hardwood performer with the ax might pass Never pump fake, just lay it on the line but won't fastbreak Heavens up my stairway, turnabout is fairplay Once I'm in the action, I'll reverse it and stick the J Once again, a firm grip on the skin Turnin' frowns upside down so get down before I'm out of town I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got I'm all about slammin' 'Til they just can't stand it I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got No nonsense When I'm in your zone, I'm unconscious It's showtime! Quick hands do shine in the backcourt Even when the sweat pours, my groove soothes Dunkaroos - mo' moves than Magic on the floor Before Johnson's through I do the do just like it's never been done before The parle instant replay Shows I got skills, amaze and won't get played I shake and bake with a fly Slamma Jamma maneuver Not a use and abuser or bruiser Don't choke from the stroke Of a rimrattlin' rock that's cocked and ready to bring it right to 'ya Nonstop It's through the legs and spin move Stay cool - take fools to school while I'm breakin' all the rules Each time my sights are to the waistline. I take my time One the real, I thrill, wheel and deal, and windmill And take it straight to your chin Some try to fly sky high, but I choose to play below the rim I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got I'm all about slammin' 'Til they just can't stand it I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got No nonsense When I'm in your zone, I'm unconscious When you're playin' below the rim, I'm sayin' way low If the pressure's on, I bust the stress and go wit a press Some say they never play the back, but the facts Those suckas dribble all up in the cracks and I ain't with that So when I'm dishin', I don't get tunnel vision I won't tip flop, I'm in tip top condition To keep runnin' things with ease – Playa please I ain't down to skeet on a lady whose a skeeze The fake weave, knock-kneed, take your cash and dash Who ain't fakin' the funk, I dare you to dunk your stuff Around they hoop, you'll get souped, loop de loop, alleyoop Troop, I never trust a trick turnin' over quick But if you're kickin' the bobos like an Ordinary Joe They can see right through your flow and know you're prowlin' for a free Throw I may give and go, but I ain't move-fakin' Cuz V's got the D that brings 'em all to they knees I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got I'm all about slammin' 'Til they just can't stand it I got the rock I'll show you what I got One-on-One I always get the job done I got the rock I'll show you what I got No nonsense When I'm in your zone, I'm unconscious Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' I'm all about b-ball since back in the days. Ask about me. Thought you knew. I'm that dude runnin' fools into the pavement. Yeah, you know. It's me and the cheerleaders back at my crib, Cous. I got that vertical. I'm right at the rim, baby. You got trim. I got a front row ticket for ya'. Whose next? Let's go! I'm the Wilt Chamberlain of the horizontal sport. Prince of the League and King of the Court Like Lebron James, I make the grade and stay paid, So fly like D Wade with a smooth segway I go wild out, but I won't foul out Ladies know I'm down to heat it up, so take 'em towels out To get this tril - I got big shoes to fill Like Shaquille O'Neill, don't forget that pill Put up Michael Jordan numbers, from squads I ran through In an outright tussle, rebound like Bill Russell Break boards like Chocolate Thunder, takin' 'em under Trottin' round the globe like a Harlem stunner Like Vince Carter, I got time to hang around the rim From slim to thick, I'm never throwin' up bricks With my wordplay, you heard me They world keeps spinnin' and I keep grinnin' at they curves topsy turvy