Dave B - He Got Game lyrics

rate me

Started at the left wing and then flashed to the middle

If he hit you on the cut let it pass ‘fore you dribble

Wasn’t hip to all them jerseys that I was in

She ain’t heard of this but she done heard of…

So I was in…doing slow suicide to her mind

Thinking that I am, I just felt a part of something

Put my pride inside the rim, plus my niggas out here with me

So we gotta ge the wind, call us younglings who dreaming

When the sun’s out whopping bread elevens with the tongue out

Wanna be like Mike so I be riding with my tongue out

Jay V was cool but varsity took the fun out

Partially parting ways with that, pardon me, doing drugs

But not until they tell me I’m the greatest

Not until I could tell my momma I made it

Showing up to practice kinda late and pretty faded

Like fuck it, he got game

Talk about the greatest thing that never happened

Know I’m wasting time with all these practices

Forever rapping, tapped into my creative side

Running drills, still got blown out by 35

But I had 9 and we don’t care about the W

That was not important ‘cause I know she’s still gonna fuck me

I know she’s seen me starring

She think I’m so kind of type of future hooping, skyping

Having Mike magic, close the total for the night

I’m the cat and you’ll never pass but I pass

Triple, double, slap the glass on that dance

Academic probation, a lot of time for my passion

Watching rhymes in that study hall, watching us get our ass beat

And who I’m tryna kid, I am no athlete

After all the bitches ‘cause they jacking the hoopers

With my socks and my bag, Gatorade in my cooler

Feeling cooler than…

But not until they tell me I’m the greatest

Not until I could tell my momma I made it

Showing up to practice kinda late and pretty faded

Like where we run here, where I’m at

Yeah, never let these niggas tell you something ain’t attainable

Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, sunshine, rain, sleet and snow

Be the one they talk about, talk about what they won’t do

Never stress opinions just make sure they all know you

Go through that shit but know that shit don’t define you

Say you love the Sonics, baby girl, and you can ride, too