Lyrics for "Playing a Little Basketball" by Mission Man

Chorus: Playing a Little Basketball, Basketball X4

Playing a little basketball one day
When around the way
I met a kid named BJ
He said Hey
Wanna play
I said today's
The day
To play
So I shot the three
Missed it then grabbed the re-
Bound
Threw it down
Never heard the sound
Of the clock violating
'Cause I was perpetrating
Penetrating
With my drives
I came to win not just to survive
BJ told me to kick a rap so
I start off with turn on the stereo
Kick up the bass
[on the CD version, the chorus for Inventor kicks in here. it was supposed to just sample the part of the Inventor that says "turn on the stereo kick up the bass" but because the tempos were different, we couldn't do it at the time]
Then I shot in his face
Jumper was smooth as lace
And Discovery school yard was the place
But BJ was good too
Made a couple threes and a couple twos
So it was tied when I had to leave
Before I left I retrieved
His number to play
Some day
Again
Before I left I jumped and grabbed the tin
Of the rim
Hung for a second
Then left and
Said later B
That was the beginning of the multicultural team

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I got home from school the next day
And decided to ring up BJ
To go play
Some ball
In no time at all
We became the best pair of ballers in the school
It was cool
As we watched our opponents drool
Over the tools
That we used
As we abused
Fools
On the court
Me and my cohort
Made the games short
So we decided to play with the college men
That's when
I picked up the nickname Baby Bird
Because people heard
That I played like Larry Bird
Taking people to school was easy
It pleased me
To see
Me and BJ make threes
Our opponents fell to their knees
And begged us please
Don't do this to me
They'd flee
When they saw me and the B
Because his moves were quicker than Bruce Lee see
Those days were easy
I dunk so quickly
You could not see me
And I'd get free
On the break and pull up for three
People gave me
High fives because we
Always won easily
Then we'd go home take a shower and go to sleep
And we'd do that seven days a week

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But today the game is different
You have to be more than just physically gifted
You gotta eat, gotta drink
Gotta think
The game
Otherwise no one will know your name
And they'll think you're lame
Gotta have court vision
And envision
What's going to happen
Next
Have to pass every test
Every possession's a war
Never knowing what's in store
Sometimes you have to score
Sometimes you have to pass
Sometimes you go fast
And sometimes you slow down
Sometimes you pull up and sometimes you throw down
Gotta play hard to win
Gotta play smart to win
So begin
To work on your game and work on your mind
Work on your jays and work on your dimes
And when you're done just chill to my rhymes
I'm down for today but tomorrow's another day that I'll be

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