| Lyrics: | Yea, haha.
Oh, kick that shit G. Nuttin.
Yea.
Sold, black gold, one strong
buck,
To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks.
Just get him off the streets so he don't
get bucked.
Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked.
Uh. Run nigga run to the
auction block.
But you can't pledge alligence to the block.
This buck here, is the right
kinda stock.
For sale for passin, the right kinda rock.
Yo. Auctioneer Stern, to massive
fuck.
Can a nigga go home to where he used to walk?
Come back, but super agent said, "You
can't talk"
I didn't know basketball had a bauk.
Uh the Buck runs laps, while they run
craniums.
Players be drainin em, owners be claimin em.
Super agents fraimin em and then
nicknamin em.
Drainin they ass, to pack them stadiums.
Super agent (Super agent, where
are you now?)
Super agent (What a hell of a man)
(Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent,
where are you now?)
Never flagrant (Big daddy moves).
(Where you at?) Super agent (Super
agent, where are you now?)
Super agent, (Backstabbin) super agent,
(Super agent, where are
you now?)
Never flagrant (Watch yo back)
Let's get it on!!
The players ear word for
word verbatum.
Super agent got him locked. Coaches be hatin him.
Super agent wouldn't even
come in my hood.
If I had no skills, was wackin' no good.
Uh, in my neck of the woods the
leagues concrete.
One can only dream about wood, yea.
Feel the grain and let the bills get
paid.
Pay respect to the projects,
And the half court rejects.
Scholarships, save that
college shit.
Then championships, don't pay for the head trips.
Can I get a chance if I dont
sing or dance?
Right about romance? Or wear short pants?-a |
