Shad, B Green - Real Game lyrics

Oh it's on you just did it now
"Here's the tip off" okay, okay oh, tip
Oh, check it out
I got the passes, I got the shots
I got it all, baby

(Let's talk about the greats, yeah)
Larry bird couldn't fly
But he never went stale
Cause he could pass to Danny
Ainge or Kevin McHale
And they rarely failed to bury the basket
Bob Cousy could pass it too
Very fantastic players
With sick game but not insane
The only pistol Pete Maravich had
Was in his nickname
And it's a shame that the
Dummies on our block
Would rather bunny hop than
Listen to Red Auerbach there they go again
Whenever I'm talking ball
With a white friend, he gotta pipe in
Talking 'bout, "I miss how they used
To play in Cousy's day, "
Well, at least they could shoot a J
Well, ok, now, Larry Bird had a fine career
Full of jackin' ugly J's from behind his ear
Even had some militant brothers
Inclined to cheer
From '79 and up until his final year
But McHale was dirty, frail and nerdy
You can't even rate him on
The same scale with Worthy
Put that talk in your dreams
McHale fought with Kareem
Cause Kevin sharpened his elbows and
Popped in the screens
Yeah, he popped his elbows and caused
A swelled nose or two
But, it's true didn't shoplift shell toes
Ask Chris Weber how he went and
Got his swell clothes in college
From his economics knowledge? Hell no
Velcro couldn't stick closer to John Stockton
In the defensive pose i got the poster
And no
He didn't have Malone's chest and pipes
He was the brains like
Harrelson with Wesley Snipes
So, you say Stock's got the most brains
But that's just cause he's slow with no game
And vericose veins
Fo sho tho', now some of y'all are so so
But the last white boy I seen
With a ring was Frodo
Well, Michael's got six
And Russell's got eleven
All Stock has is daisy dukes
And he's a legend
To every Nazi clown in a WASPy town
Still playing in shorts shorter
Than Foxy Brown
You can talk about the shorts
And even the jerseys
But, you know you got to pass it
To a whitey for a sure three (true)
Without John Paxson, or Steve Kerr
You never would-a seen a
Bulls three-peat t-shirt
And leave your Nazi talk at the station
Craig Hodges taught his kid
To hate caucasians
Got a strong case and you can't deny it
Just look at the kids face in the Pacers riot
Yeah, yeah, okay I was appalled myself
But, it's not like David Stern
Or Bill Walton helped
And there's no denying Steve Kerr
Could shoot the long three
But dude, c'mon B, Perdue and Longley?
Check the figures: Payton strips
Tends to dishin' the rock
And Big Ben Wallace was always
Sick with the swats
Well, you always had a point
But now's not the time
To be bringing up the numbers
When you dropped your rhymes
If you calculate the leaders
At the top you'll find
It's Kirilenko and Nash first
In blocks and dimes plus, it's Stock
Not Payton first in all-time steals
Maybe your boys're too busy keepin' it real
(can't argue with that) oh dirty
There's stuff goin on, you
Don't even understand, man check it

Now, the man's got some plans
Y'all i'm statin' the facts
First the military's gonna say it's a draft
But that's just so they can
Send LeBron James to Iraq
Then they'll lock up Abdul Rahim
With the Patriot Act see it was their game
Now they plan on taking it back
And see all the Barry brothers
Go straight to the rack
Plus the refs always help the farm
Boys from the back woods
C'mon y'all didn't think that
Nash was that good?

(I did)

Now, officials take illegal funds
To hide the stats
So, the zebras always got more
White stripes then black
More White Stripes than Jack and Meg
Like, ever wonder why Stock
Still passed to Greg
When the ball would just smack his hand
Questions and actions have to beg
Stakes is high like De La? at the keg?
First it was one sixteenth black and
That's what your race is
Now, they wanna change it to claim J kidd
That's clear divide and conquer
Y'all so stay smart
Mike Bibby, Rick Fox and K-Mart stay dark
Brothers "raises up!"

Shad, you're wasting you brains
No one's taking your claims
Quit rapping and grab your kicks
Man we're late for the game
See he's the type of guy
Who has the stats remembered
Like how many assists Nash had last December
And I'm the type who ain't
That strong with the pill
But still braggin with dominant skill
With karma and will

Now Shad, I feel drained
So spit your real game
Here's one in your eye

"You'll feel pain"

Whoo! yeah, your mother can't dunk
My mom can dunk
Okay? My mom can dunk she used to be able
To dunk she can touch the rim still oh, no!
Oh!