Sport

It was a full moon in the middle of June in the summer of '59

I was young and cool and shot a bad game of pool

And hustled all the chumps I could find

Well now they called me sport

'Cause I pushed the bars short

And loved all the women to death

I partied hard and packed a mean rod

And could knock you out with a right or a left

I had learned to shoot pool playing hooky from school

At the tender age of nine

And by the time I was eleven I could pad roll seven

And down me a whole quart of wine

I was making it a point to smoke me a joint

At least once during the course of a day

And I was snorting scag while other kids played tag

And my elders went to church to pray

I pitched pennies and downed bennies

And played the horses at the track

I won at cards against tremendous odds

And my favorite game was blackjack

I seldom lost 'cause my game was so boss

I mean I had my shit down pat

And I was running through bitches like rags to riches

'Cause that's where my heart was at

Yes, I was a down stud's dream

A hustler supreme

There wasn't no game that I couldn't play

And if I caught a dude cheating

I would give him a beating

And I might even blow him away