Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NBA Jam, artist - Cal Scruby. Date of issue: 06.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NBA Jam |
| And that’s another story |
| Let’s stop the record though, let’s not record it |
| I’m tryna' tell him if it’s talent, then I’m Michael Jordan |
| Maybe Tom Brady with the rings, maybe Robert Horry |
| Yeah |
| See there’s a theme, but it’s not important |
| I been tryna get the whole team out to California (out to California) |
| I snorted shit that got me outta order |
| Man I coulda' swore CVS was right around the corner (right around the corner) |
| I prolly drive a Honda Civic like a bought a foreign |
| But I guess it kinda sorta is if it got imported |
| I had to split the dinner with her, I could not afford it |
| Got me down to the final quarter |
| Now I’m cooking with the gas |
| Yeah I’m heatin' up (He's heating up!) |
| Pipe down while you’re speakin' up (He's heating up!) |
| She give me throat 'fore I beat it up (He's on fire) |
| I’m doin blow while I’m being sucked |
| Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin' (He's heating up!) |
| Let’s hit the bank, I ain’t with the Chase (He's heating up!) |
| She finessin' for a dinner date (He's on fire) |
| I’m 'bout to wreck it on the interstate |
| I might grill a mother fucker like a shishkebab |
| Run' em over then I ditch the car |
| And get to steppin' like Baryshnikov |
| And when he get to God |
| He’s like «Dumb mother fucker shouldn’ta pissed him off» |
| Ayy |
| I didn’t want to get involved, feel like I had to |
| She always on my dick and balls, she like a tattoo |
| And tellin' me her clit enlarged, just like a cashew |
| It’s 15 past noon, lookin' like a raccoon |
| Dark eyes, you don’t wanna see my dark side |
| She so easy but she givin' me a hard time |
| Sendin body parts, I reply heart eyes |
| Nudie archive, iPhone hard drive |
| At the 45 yard line, I don’t wanna kick it wit’cha |
| No photos, I’m focused on the bigger picture |
| Tell me when you back in town, I’ll get dinner wit’cha |
| Never used to get up in the kitchen |
| Now I’m cooking with the gas |
| Yeah I’m heatin' up (He's heating up!) |
| Pipe down while you’re speakin' up (He's heating up!) |
| She give me throat 'fore I beat it up (He's on fire) |
| I’m doin blow while I’m being sucked |
| Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin' (He's heating up!) |
| Let’s hit the bank, I ain’t with the Chase (He's heating up!) |
| She finessin' for a dinner date (He's on fire) |
| I’m 'bout to wreck it on the interstate, yuh |
| «Boom Shaka-laka» |
| She gon' let me hit like |
| «Boom Shaka-laka» |
| Dunkin' on that bitch like |
| «Boom shaka-laka» |
| I ain’t even tired |
| Pulled a all nighter |
| Bitch I’m on fire like |
| «Boom Shaka-laka» |
| She gon' let me hit like |
| «Boom Shaka-laka» |
| Dunkin' on that bitch like |
| «Boom shaka-laka» |
| I ain’t even tired |
| Pulled a all nighter |
| Bitch I’m on fire like |
| «Boom Shaka-laka» |