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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Troop 41
Troop 41
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristian Brown
Tristian Brown
Composer
Lelynd Darkes
Lelynd Darkes
Composer
Dakare Wilder
Dakare Wilder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Troop 41
Troop 41
Recording Engineer
Darius "Dee Money" Lassiter
Darius "Dee Money" Lassiter
Producer
Seth Foster
Seth Foster
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We in your city where we like to do the dance Flex to the left throw some money out your hands Do it for the city and we do it for the fans To ball like Wall boy you gotta' do the dance Everybody do the John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall Everybody clear out, hand me the rock Time winding down 3 seconds on the shot clock Break the defense homeboy I can't be stopped All about my money so you know I'm hitting bank shots I'm trying to tell them, boy you can't guard this Beast on the court homeboy I play the hardest Jump shot stupid, yeah it's retarded You can't guard me in the paint I'm an artist See I hustle on the floor call me Rick Ross See the Troop get it jumping like a tip-off I play hard until I hear the ref blow the whistle I'm a player but my game be so official Never reach got to stay out of foul trouble But I drive in the lane, get them in foul trouble They cant solve my game I'm a hard puzzle But I keep three dimes that's a triple double Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance Flex to the left throw some money out your hands Do it for the city and we do it for the fans To ball like Wall boy you gotta' do the dance Everybody do the John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall Sick with it Hustle for the rock I go-go get it I'm in it to win it, 919 baby we represent it And I don't ball hog we got our whole team in it See you just dribble but ain't ever got the heart to finish Can't put me out the game I'm in that thing from start to finish And if I can't drive the lane then best believe I'm about to dish it Sideline drifting now I'm gliding down the baseline About to do a big slam catch me on them inches Coming from the south side The expectations of us is that we will not rise And still we prove them wrong, we flexing cause we hot guys Bring life to the game we will not die Hah, Yeah Stand tall, yeah you call that the great Wall All I do is ball I get up I can take a fall I'm Hungry for the top, call it lunchtime Game winning shot, yeah it's clutch time Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance Flex to the left throw some money out your hands Do it for the city and we do it for the fans To ball like Wall boy you gotta' do the dance Everybody do the John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall Let's do it Oh yeah we balling, balling until we falling Until the last second I'm guessing we gone be brawling Cause Kentucky here to win, not to watch you play Whole world do the dance say what up UK Better take him out the game, cause they say that boy insane When he coming down the lane, trying to catch a bang bang First we flex, show the muscle then JIGG on them For the small play, let my Cousins get big on them You ain't handling nothing I'm about to catch a steal on them Pass it to the point, crossover and I'm still on them Crowd going bananas so you know that's why we peel on them And we from the "R", ain't nothing like being real on them Jump shot deadly, you know that we kill on them Time to grab the money ball, about to shoot a bill on them Yeahh, north cack we gone show them how to do it Do the John Wall it ain't really nothing to it Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance Flex to the left throw some money out your hands Do it for the city and we do it for the fans To ball like Wall boy you gotta' do the dance Everybody do the John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall John Wall
Writer(s): Lelynd Darkes, Darius Lassiter, Dakare Wilder, Tristan Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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