Murphy Lee - Pro Playas (Remix) Lyrics
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- Pro Playas (Remix) Lyrics
Album: (Murphy Lee) Jay Feilder hurt his hip hop cuz he hopped and got hit He's a quarterback with too much zip to get it picked He's so miami Just ask his grand-mommy He didn't want to play quarterback no mo' so he tried some oragami He's baby QB one of the best of the QBs Pocket QB, option QB, smoothies like Bob Cousy (who's he?) Home of travis Minor And restaurants like the Miami Diner And special korners with his dawg Ralph Kiner The cheerleaders are the best flappin their pom poms After Jay Z throws Chris C a long bomb bomb All got senior prom proms but Jay was big pimpin' his mom got too excited and she told him to calm Miami's the truth like Paul Pierce Their D-line is straight gatorade, it's fierce I tried to tell you not to cut Trace Armstrong because he's ancient Without permission from Ricky Williams' agent Pro Playas have a gift to play harder that gets them the flow like bottled water Ya'll are chumps, you need to get smarter Just because you can't jump like vince carter (Kyjuan) From Jay Feild to Jay Will or J-Dub Rollin on a rookie contract and ridin on killa dubs Jay Will won't hesitate to shoot the pill And give the lonely chitown crowd a thrill The L's got to recognize, his moves are ill and he can flat out pay the Bill gettin' it done like Mr. Gates while watchin Tyson Chandler pump five pound weights So what, Tyson's not strong He's got more game than Zhi Zhi Wang But not more hops than Gilbert Arenas Night after night sellin' out arenas Golden State fans laughin like hyenas But hey, thats just the way Pro playas are Styles P gettin by and how picks are returned for touchdowns by Dr. Dre Bly You don't got the game to play this You can't even handle Corey Chavous So go get get a job at your local Mavis Because you can't elevate like Ricky Davis (Murphy Lee) You cats think you'll walk in and make the L just by sayin' Yo what Up I'm here Nazzzzzzzzzzzr Half of you ballers need a brazziere Makin the L is hard work You wanna know, ask Pat Burke it's not easy to go from the streets to gettin a seat on an NBA bench, makin the L is no easy feat So.. ya think you got the game to earn the fame Nas, you can't even score on the wizard of oz Think you'll make it big time without years of practice You'll end up left in the middle of Arizona with a cactus Zona Iced T makes you pee an ounce So I'm gonna make like a ball and bounce
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