Come on pretty mama let me be the strong papa I was meant to be Basketball's the means to me If only for a minute I wish you would give it up It's only the game and only you, you're the only one I believe you I see it that you never would leave But if you really want to hit it you're gonna have to keep it clean
Oye Vaya! Oye Vaya!
You I know love you daddy and I know that you're bad But if you really wanna win it you're gonna have to get the ball back Kitten I'm cold I'm ashamed I'm stting out It's eating my soul I'm at my record low It's not in the throw but the way that you hold it Go on and take it to the network you know you work it for me You're gonna work
