Hudson’s Hoop Hustle
(yo,
watch out, here he
comes)
Fourteen years old with a rolled-up sleeve
Got a reputation that only he believes
Pulls up his tube socks,
laces his shoes
Talks big game that he's bound to lose
Crosses his own ankles on the driveway court
Acting like a villain in an action short
Flexing in the bathroom mirror frame
Practicing a scowl like he feels no pain
Throwing punches at the empty air Nobody is scared,
nobody is there
Oh, Hudson thinks that he's tough
One little push and he's had enough
Brick off the backboard,
swinging at the breeze Tripping on his own baggy basketball tees Yeah,
Hudson thinks that he's tough (so tough!) Calling everybody out,
calling every bluff
He challenged eighth-grade Tyler by the schoolyard gate
Said he got hands that could seal your fate
Tyler blinked twice, took half a step
Hudson ran backwards, lost all his rep
Dropped his orange juice,
blamed it on the ground
Fastest little runner in the whole playground
Still talking trash from behind the fence
None of that swagger makes any sense
Put down your fists,
boy, pick up your ball
You're only four-foot-ten and you're gonna fall
Oh, Hudson thinks that he's tough
One little push and he's had enough
Brick off the backboard,
swinging at the breeze Tripping on his own baggy basketball tees Yeah,
Hudson thinks that he's tough (so tough!) Calling everybody out,
calling every bluff
He claims he can dunk on a ten-foot rim
(we lowered it to seven,
still too high for him) Said he got a black belt over
summer break
Everybody knows that it's totally fake
Oh, Hudson thinks that he's tough
One little push and he's had enough
Brick off the backboard,
swinging at the breeze Tripping on his own baggy basketball tees Yeah,
Hudson thinks that he's tough (so tough!) Calling everybody out,
calling every bluff
Sit down, Hudson
Go do your homework,
man (airball!)