[Intro - Pusha T] Uh, NBA, It don't get no better than this, uh Pusha, one half of the Clipse We ain't playing no games
[Verse 1 - Pusha T] Kings of the court, hold down fort Worlds collide, when we crash the boards In the playgorund, they call the Street Lords In the pros, we live for the crowd roar And what else can you steal - bang - slash Run, but all in fun That's what makes this number one NBA comin in, second to none, uh Highlight reels, givin you the chills Super hero status, what a baller feels, uh Fast break, right/left fake Charge to the rim, like runaway freight No time to waist, don't hesitate Tear the rim down, make the whole house shake
[Hook - Clipse] When they cut the heat up, and the pressure's mountin It's game time playa When you go in OT, wit the shot clock countin It's game time playa When the double team "D", got you surrounded It's game time playa When it come off the glass, better rebound kid It's game time playa
[Verse 2 - Malice] Clear the lane, he's high oc-tane All gased up, that dude got game Three point land, that dude got range Swish, beat the buzzer that dude got aim Ain't about the fame, but the love for the sport Blood sweat and tears, seen thier hunger on the court Ain't nothin stoppin the "D", like ain't nothin stoppin me From droppin three from top of the key Ankle breaker, crossover faker Down low in the paint, better get ya weight up Welcome to the lime light, Sports Center highlight Livin the high life, round ball is my life The fans grew silent, and the crowd is in shock From the 360 windmill, hear a pin drop Slow motion seem like, all the glass drop Today in the life, come on, pass the rock, uh
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