Lay Up

What time, is it? Gametime Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and right now you're not thinkin' jump shot, all you need is a layup Mineo: That's right Marv, nothin' fancy Marv Albert: No cosmetics Mineo: They've got a chance to win it here tonight at Dyckman courts. He throws it in, he's wide open (Don't miss, don't miss) Marv Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the horn Wavin' my American flag Even though it got "Made in China" on the tag Used to have the GT with the mags now my face in the mags I ain't gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that" White man still can't jump If I catch a fast break then I'm slappin' the glass Ask my man Sequae should I marry my girl he said, "Wait up, hold up" She fly, love God, and she got a good mind Oh boy, that's a layup! Gotta take it when it come Please don't miss it What you bouta do with the rock? When it's game time for the wedding save me a ticket What time is it? Game time What time is it? Game time What time is it? Game time Young boy, don't quit One thing that you don't miss That's a layup That's easy boy That's a lay up That's a free-bee boy (fundamentals) That's a lay up Don't blow it That's a lay up That's easy buckets (Eazy-E) That's a lay up Told Alex I don't want no more trap beats Man, why you had to send this? You know I couldn't resist This is a finger roll, look at the flicka da wrist That's an assist, no I insist Throw me the alley, I'll oop it Spanish girl up in my hood Look me in the face said, "Don't be estupid", I got it Look, shawty I'm the professor, get the lab coat I speak two languages, Spanglish and infact-os Coach told me no lollygaggin' Still dunk with my pants saggin' One sixteen, yeah, it's tatted Cause I been ridin', no bandwagon Look, I done came down Nate told me that's H-Town But I'm Boeheim, when it's game time That's a lay up, but I never lay it down You ain't even pray for the dinner How you got the prayin' hands on the 'gram for the picture? And we already won, we the pros, got next Goin' down, NY City don't sleep, let me close one eye City don't weep, grown boys don't cry Four wings with the pork fried, oh my I'm schemin' up, teamin' up, lay it up Screamin' out buckets, buckets They don't even know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my Lord We brought Sosa back to the minors Lord help me, the money look major She only love things that are finer And she lookin' fine, boy, I tell you That's two doors with the ceiling gone That's five-four with the silicone I guess Mr. Right still choosin' wrong Colored folks still can't swim But Mike Phelps couldn't walk the water Pastor said that we need Jesus Big state was his alma mater Shouts to Alex, that's my brother Shoutin' Dyckman over Rucker Look at grace, I think I love her Marv Albert: Aw, you shoulda taken the stairs young fella Andy: You can't win 'em all Marv Marv Albert: I can't believe he blew it Andy: Unbelievable Marv Albert: That's a ball game here in New York