Lay Up

What time, is it?
 Gametime
 Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and right now you're not thinkin' jump shot, all you need is a layup
 Mineo: That's right Marv, nothin' fancy
 Marv Albert: No cosmetics
 Mineo: They've got a chance to win it here tonight at Dyckman courts. He throws it in, he's wide open
 (Don't miss, don't miss)
 Marv Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the horn
 Wavin' my American flag
 Even though it got "Made in China" on the tag
 Used to have the GT with the mags now my face in the mags
 I ain't gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that"
 White man still can't jump
 If I catch a fast break then I'm slappin' the glass
 Ask my man Sequae should I marry my girl he said, "Wait up, hold up"
 She fly, love God, and she got a good mind
 Oh boy, that's a layup!
 Gotta take it when it come
 Please don't miss it
 What you bouta do with the rock?
 When it's game time for the wedding save me a ticket
 What time is it?
 Game time
 What time is it?
 Game time
 What time is it?
 Game time
 Young boy, don't quit
 One thing that you don't miss
 That's a layup
 That's easy boy
 That's a lay up
 That's a free-bee boy (fundamentals)
 That's a lay up
 Don't blow it
 That's a lay up
 That's easy buckets (Eazy-E)
 That's a lay up
 Told Alex I don't want no more trap beats
 Man, why you had to send this?
 You know I couldn't resist
 This is a finger roll, look at the flicka da wrist
 That's an assist, no I insist
 Throw me the alley, I'll oop it
 Spanish girl up in my hood
 Look me in the face said, "Don't be estupid", I got it
 Look, shawty I'm the professor, get the lab coat
 I speak two languages, Spanglish and infact-os
 Coach told me no lollygaggin'
 Still dunk with my pants saggin'
 One sixteen, yeah, it's tatted
 Cause I been ridin', no bandwagon
 Look, I done came down
 Nate told me that's H-Town
 But I'm Boeheim, when it's game time
 That's a lay up, but I never lay it down
 You ain't even pray for the dinner
 How you got the prayin' hands on the 'gram for the picture?
 And we already won, we the pros, got next
 Goin' down, NY
 City don't sleep, let me close one eye
 City don't weep, grown boys don't cry
 Four wings with the pork fried, oh my
 I'm schemin' up, teamin' up, lay it up
 Screamin' out buckets, buckets
 They don't even know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my Lord
 We brought Sosa back to the minors
 Lord help me, the money look major
 She only love things that are finer
 And she lookin' fine, boy, I tell you
 That's two doors with the ceiling gone
 That's five-four with the silicone
 I guess Mr. Right still choosin' wrong
 Colored folks still can't swim
 But Mike Phelps couldn't walk the water
 Pastor said that we need Jesus
 Big state was his alma mater
 Shouts to Alex, that's my brother
 Shoutin' Dyckman over Rucker
 Look at grace, I think I love her
 Marv Albert: Aw, you shoulda taken the stairs young fella
 Andy: You can't win 'em all Marv
 Marv Albert: I can't believe he blew it
 Andy: Unbelievable
 Marv Albert: That's a ball game here in New York