Blao! (Livestyle 2003 Mix)

[Verse 1] It's like a slam to the face, tell me how's a three-sixty taste? Now you're just another poster, your mother's disgraced You're about to get laced when you go against my team Lose your self esteem when I throw another screen When I throw another dream it's gonna fall of course I'm wearing the goggles that Kurt Rambis used to sport You coming up short like Spud Webb gets to walking I pull a Mutombo and let my finger do the talking It's NBA, you cats know how to spell it Been down with EA Sports since "Lakers vs. Celtics" But this the new game, Hot Karl takes out the trash I'm Michael Bibby with a little dash of Steve Nash I'm quick to dribble pass, I'm quick to bounce past And quick to take the lane if I see an open path And I'm quick to do the math, either way you gettin dissed You might not see the fist but you definitely hearing this It's [Hook] BLAO! 2003 NBA, EA, Hot Karl MC We BLAO! I'm a coast-to-coast G Lay-up's not an option, rebound closely BLAO! You see that jersey, cat Number double-zero, it's that hero of rap And BLAO! So y'all should be ashamed Cause if it's in the game Then it's in the game [Verse 2] Why you talking trash kid? That's no way to start I got a shot like Pedrag and a mouth like John Starks Tear you apart so you gotta play with heart I'm an apparent all-star from the three-pointer mark And apparent first-teamer on the defensive squad I'm a white Ben Wallace without a yoga bod Oh god, why do you insist you got skills? You insist you rock rims, you insist that you for reals It's official, I'm top five, you're not starting When I crash boards and throw 'bows like Kenyon Martin I love this game so you better clear the zone My crossover's dope, leave your ankles at home So follow the leader, I'm down to spit heaters Pass the rock to Snoop and then wave to cheerleaders Hot Karl, press Start and I'm set Whether banking off the glass or it falls all net It's still [Hook]