30 Threes Street Showdown

Yeah,

cold off the bench

Stiff arms, freezing hands (brrr)

First up to bat,

hadn't even warmed up

Coach threw me in,

said 'go get 'em,

son' Swung so late,

missed by a yard Crowd in the bleachers laughing real hard They

yelling out 'you suck,

go back to the bench'

Stood there freezing, feeling the tension

But then I warmed up,

stepped onto the court

Switching up the game,

dominating the sport

Thirty in a row,

nothing but the net (swish) Thirty in a row,

best you ever seen yet (swish,

yeah)

Now they getting mad,

trying to pick a fight

Stepping in my space,

thinking they got might

I just laid them out,

dropped them to the floor

One, two, three, they don't want no more (hahaha)

No problem at all,

cleared the whole crowd Leaving everybody staring,

talking real loud

All the girls watching,

queuing up in line But I only want one,

my crush looking fine Walked right past the crowd,

took her by the hand Leaving all the other options waiting in

the sand

Now the guys getting jealous,

boiling with rage Trying to run up on me,

rushing the stage

But I laid 'em flat,

dropped them all again

Still standing tall, I'm the one who wins (unbreakable)

Yeah they never learn,

looking so weak While I ride away with the girl of my

dreams

Thirty in a row,

nothing but net

Yeah,

remember that name (swish)