Cal Scruby - NBA Jam lyrics

Okay, now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up
(He's heating up)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up
(He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked

Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin'
(He's heating up)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase
(He's heating up)
She finessin' for a dinner date
(He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate

I'm a goat (I'm a goat)
I'm here to laugh, that's a joke
(that's a joke)
Kinda like a rapper with a deal
Actin' like he got a mill
Actin' like he keep it real
But he broke (but he broke)

And that's another story
Let's stop the record though
Let's not record it
I'm tryna' tell him if it's talent
Then I'm Michael Jordan
Maybe Tom Brady with the rings
Maybe Robert Horry

Yeah

See there's a theme, but it's not important
I been tryna get the whole
Team out to California (out to California)
I snorted shit that got me outta order
Man I coulda' swore CVS was
Right around the corner
(right around the corner)

I prolly drive a Honda Civic
Like a bought a foreign
But I guess it kinda sorta
Is if it got imported
I had to split the dinner with her
I could not afford it
Got me down to the final quarter

Now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up
(He's heating up)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up
(He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked

Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin'
(He's heating up)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase
(He's heating up)
She finessin' for a dinner date
(He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate

I might grill a mother
Fucker like a shishkebab
Run' em over then I ditch the car
And get to steppin' like Baryshnikov
And when he get to God
He's like "Dumb mother fucker
Shouldn'ta pissed him off"

Ayy i didn't want to get involved
Feel like I had to
She always on my dick and balls
She like a tattoo
And tellin' me her clit enlarged
Just like a cashew
It's 15 past noon, lookin' like a raccoon

Dark eyes, you don't wanna see my dark side
She so easy but she givin' me a hard time
Sendin body parts, I reply heart eyes
Nudie archive, iPhone hard drive

At the 45 yard line
I don't wanna kick it wit'cha
No photos, I'm focused on the bigger picture
Tell me when you back in town
I'll get dinner wit'cha
Never used to get up in the kitchen

Now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up
(He's heating up)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up
(He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked

Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin'
(He's heating up)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase
(He's heating up)
She finessin' for a dinner date
(He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate
Yuh

"Boom Shaka laka"
She gon' let me hit like
"Boom Shaka laka"
Dunkin' on that bitch like
"Boom shaka laka" i ain't even tired
Pulled a all nighter bitch I'm on fire like

"Boom Shaka laka"
She gon' let me hit like
"Boom Shaka laka"
Dunkin' on that bitch like
"Boom shaka laka" i ain't even tired
Pulled a all nighter bitch I'm on fire like
"Boom Shaka laka"