Breaking the Backboard
Yeah… Uh
Lights down… game on
You know what time it is
Walk in the gym,
hear the crowd go wild Ball in my hand,
she got that same little smile Crossover left,
then I take it right
Pull up from deep,
yeah, I’m feeling nice She said,
“Baby, can you handle the pressure?” I said,
“I don’t fold, I’m built for the pressure” MVP when I step
on the floor But she knows there’s another game after four
Ooh,
I see you coming my way
You got that look like you came here to play Don’t tell
me you’re tired, don’t tell me you’re done We just got started,
baby, this is too much fun
Breaking the backboard, breaking the backboard Take it to the rim,
make the whole place shake Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard One more shot,
baby, give me what it takes
From the hardwood to the late night,
we don’t need a scoreboard Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard Going overtime,
overtime
Fourth quarter, clock running down
She said, “Don’t stop,” when I come around Step-back,
pull-up, nothing but net And the way she looks at me ain’t
finished yet No defense when she gets that close She knows the
move that I like the most
One-on-one, baby, clear the whole floor
She keeps saying, “Give me one more”
Ooh,
I like the way you play
You make me
wanna stay Keep that energy
all night Baby, don’t waste that time Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard Take it to the rim,
make the whole place shake Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard One more shot,
baby, give me what it takes
From the hardwood to the late night,
we don’t need a scoreboard Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard Going overtime,
overtime
Can you handle one more round?
Baby, turn the whole place out
No whistle, no foul We ain’t slowing down When the lights go
low— And the music gets loud— Both: We got our own little
game And we don’t need a crowd
Break it… break it… Take me to the rim Shake it… shake
it… Let the game begin Ooh,
don’t stop now Keep that energy
You know exactly What you’re doing to me
Breaking the backboard, breaking the backboard Take it to the rim,
make the whole place shake Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard One more shot,
baby, give me what it takes From the hardwood to the late
night, we don’t need a scoreboard Breaking the backboard,
breaking the backboard Going overtime,
overtime
Ooh…
You really broke the backboard… Game over?
Not even close. Breaking the backboard…