Sports Center lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yo, this sh*t feel like Sports Center
Nothing but highlights, some ballers
Jumping out the mother f*cking gym
So Designer Flow
It's your uncle Snoop Dogg
Let me show you how we keep the trap jumpin' on the West Side
The best side

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
McDonald's all American
There's really no comparing it
I play some D and pop a three and fly up in the air again
First-round draft pick came in with this rap sh*t
Get a lot of moolah to keep you a bad b*tch
Those were the rules, I aimed for the full pie
Took a slice and now I'm popping at the bull's eye
I'm equivalent to excellence
With my weaponry, I'm stepping while I'm rapping it
Now could I should I would I do things your way
And end up dead or in jail? My n*gga no way
It's like some good hot head with no foreplay
I won't be caught so I cut you like I'm OJ
Kingpin Nietzche
Designer Flow hand me the ball young dawg I need a heat check
Reset, he wet
Dikembe Mutombo, that we sh*t
Get reject, we all stars baby
So you never get what we get
[Designer Flow]
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap trap trap trap

[Verse 2: Designer Flow]
Nowadays n*gga killing over nothing
Rep a gang cause they wanna be part of something
I been in my own lane since I was a youngin'
Whole family had a bag, I'm the plug's cousin
But I found my own plug, the ain't front me nothin
But my n*gga Black did give me that Gucci belt (black)
This where I put my heat I never leave it on the shelf (strapped)
My heart froze I don't ever leave it on my sleeves (nah)
I got hoes I ain't never met a b*tch I need
So when she tell me that she leaving i'm a let her leave
My aroma in her room ain't gon' let her breathe
Got it smelling like some money and a couple g's
It's on record I could smash who I want
Put this on record never asked for a front
Put this on record twenty bands this month
Put this on record, put this on record
[Chorus]
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap trap trap trap

[Verse 3: Designer Flow]
In the trap I do my best to help em out
And all some n*ggas ever did was f*ck up the count
And all some n*ggas ever did was run they f*cking mouth
Had to keep it moving had to keep my head up
Had to re-up and recoup to get my bread up
Had to take a n*gga boo and put her legs up
Her n*gga probably do the same with my main thing
Still ride with the flag for the gang gang
I'm a real trap n*gga, I don't gang bang
I done been across the map with the propane
They'll point a n*gga out get your old man
Put the noodle in her mouth like the low mein
Kill a n*gga with a strap like a gay b*tch
Made a band in a minute off 8 sips
Tried to walk away from trapping but I can't quit
[Chorus]
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap jumping trap jumping like
Trap jumping like
Trap jumping like a ball player
Trap trap trap trap

[Outro: Designer Flow]
Born center
Say holla at real when i'm in the trap
All across the map
They say holla at a real one in the trap
All across the map sports center
Trap jumping like