| Oh yeah
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| Now it’s time to adjust the toilet stool
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| Adjust the toilet stool on them motherfuckers
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| It’s time to take the shit on
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| I breaking their heart soles down
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| For so much they could shit fire
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| Piss on your mouth now you can’t spit fire
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| JJ Paraya got you over tire
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| You hold my dick
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| Why you think I was quiet
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| To come into the league and keep ya’ll quiet
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| Put a baby in Mya till ya’ll call my sire
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| BMX mini bike with them tiny legs
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| Step back ya’ll not motorcycle riders
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| Ya’ll fucking with aspirin suppliers
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| Ricky from the factory
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| Ya’ll driving in Oscar Meyers
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| Crack for the cartels
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| Radio pump lyrical liars
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| African castration in Zairie
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| Foreskin pulled back from the forehead
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| We got circumcised by Sanaa
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| Sitting in you Phantom in shitty draws
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| I’m so arrogant you change my diaper
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| I play the role like Mekhi Phifer
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| I’m a diarrhea writer
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| Cosign, off beat, a piss reminder
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| Mcs put the shit out
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| My ass in the grinder
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| And whip it up till it turn cream
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| Lucky charms make your girl shit light green
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| Tell your crew come try for the strip team
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| The prom just arrived, i’m only 16
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| On top of the world
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| You got to see the hand for
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| And the panther full of shit
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| Cadillac 12 lean
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| You fucking with the martinis
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| Ask anybody rapping about dizzy dean
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| Break you down into body parts
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| Come see the supreme
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| Though you should not shake of to the parlour
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| Cover you down with bald spots
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| Mcs with crooked legs
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| Malnutrition
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| You got that mom that sport that wig
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| You miss me
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| Big chuck come wipe my ass for me
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| That’s the last you see
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| That sonogram, x-rated bitch
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| In the fleet with broham
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| Grand central station you fucking with grams
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| Come on yo, get out the demands
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| Honey I’ll pull over and get the contact
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| We can play nba
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| Call me back
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| I’ll sign the 20 million dollar contract
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| That’s just for the one year
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| With a two year option
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| Fuck that, I’m rockin
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| Yeah, you know how it is
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| The NBA finals
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| You know like scoring all on top of shit
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| Just going to the basket
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| Sitting on top of the rim
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| Shittin inside the rim
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| Harming that basketball
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| Turning 6 & 7 times in the air
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| Just going up on motherfuckers
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| Let me slip the balls
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| While i’m just cuffin that ball
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| Just going in strong with dunks
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| You know, with sneakers on
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| Just going to the key
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| Getting inside the paint
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| Just jumpin
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| Just leaping like 80, 7000 ft
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| Of air on these motherfuckers
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| Showing em that ability
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| Yeah
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| Then after that
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| It’s back to the locker room
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| For some Champagne
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| Then we take the showers
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| Then we get ready to go outside
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| Some guys go their way, I go mine
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| Then it’s back to the motherfucking arena
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| Pro, that’s pro
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| Now you know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pro Basketball , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Demolition Crash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп