Lyrics:
a new sport
I'm in the bitch blowin' gas like it's a new sport
Ball so hard that I need two courts
I'm goin'
Let me see you get nasty, make that ass
strictly Illtown and Zoo crew
The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort
he kept jewels
One of the Diddy types, D-D-Dame Dash dudes
Pushed a Maserati sport, reading the Robb Report
Wanted to be Mike, but he was never live
it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas
to these brothers
Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh
Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes
Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes
That ain't no stickin'
I hate watching football games, baseball is so fuckin' lame,
TV sports they all suck shit, Howard Cosell is a wimp
Chorus: I hate sports x4
I hate
Spent a lot of money on my brand new guitar
Baby's got a habit, diamond rings and Fendi sports bras
Ridin' down Rodeo in my Maserati sports car
Got no
nobody
La-di-da-di, woke up in the party
Sports, yeah, sports car drivers
Show up, show out, bowl in, bowl out
Go in, go out, these moves, we pull out
(Bobby)
Talk shit get kidnapped, son (Bobby)
I don't really know why I rap, son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars, yeah
lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al
seems to care (sports)
We can't continue to pretend
This (not gay) madness has to end (not gay)
I was born this way (straight)
You were born your
[Chorus]
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look)
Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car
Bad bitch with some big tits
now!
CHORUS:
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Keep me cockatoo cool,
and dance
My heart is set:
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?
Youth must have some dalliance
Of good or ill some pastance
Company methinks
the ones who must sport the position
Cheap beer, trendy clicks
Lesbian love is accepted and right
Shaved heads meet hair in the mix
Blending the 80's
and down is extra weak
He strictly cross fades club mixes every week
Won't break a sweat, the man's sharp on the blade
Real name George Spivey, sports
[Chorus: 2X]
Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about runnin some shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin'
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like Moet corks
[Baby Sham]
What now
and
What she said when he was gone, and
Yeah, they're friends, it's like a sport though
Stab your backs, stab me more friend (more friend)
And freeee
Can
you find what your looking for you want it less
Baby I'm on the make, in my ole sport coat
And my head it aches,
Drinking to much tonight and it
I'm on a raft of brand new beginnings
Won't be a sports car in three feet of grass
And like a cupboard of bills I am waiting
I'm just waiting to see
Here them come
The boys in the bright white sports car
Waving their arms in the air
Who do they think they are?
And where did they get that car?
raw cause it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an afro
Friends call my Harry-O, my real name's Harry though
I scream
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