Playing a Little Basketball

Playing a Little Basketball, Basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 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
 We were
 Playing a Little Basketball, Basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 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
 Playing a Little Basketball, Basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 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 done for today but tomorrow's another day that I'll be
 Playing a Little Basketball, Basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball
 Playing a little basketball, basketball