Blao! (Livestyle 2003 Mix)

[Verse 1]
It's like a slam to the face, tell me how's a three-sixty taste?
Now you're just another poster, your mother's disgraced
You're about to get laced when you go against my team
Lose your self esteem when I throw another screen
When I throw another dream it's gonna fall of course
I'm wearing the goggles that Kurt Rambis used to sport
You coming up short like Spud Webb gets to walking
I pull a Mutombo and let my finger do the talking
It's NBA, you cats know how to spell it
Been down with EA Sports since "Lakers vs. Celtics"
But this the new game, Hot Karl takes out the trash
I'm Michael Bibby with a little dash of Steve Nash
I'm quick to dribble pass, I'm quick to bounce past
And quick to take the lane if I see an open path
And I'm quick to do the math, either way you gettin dissed
You might not see the fist but you definitely hearing this
It's

[Hook]
BLAO! 2003
NBA, EA, Hot Karl MC
We BLAO!
I'm a coast-to-coast G
Lay-up's not an option, rebound closely
BLAO!
You see that jersey, cat
Number double-zero, it's that hero of rap
And BLAO!
So y'all should be ashamed
Cause if it's in the game
Then it's in the game

[Verse 2]
Why you talking trash kid? That's no way to start
I got a shot like Pedrag and a mouth like John Starks
Tear you apart so you gotta play with heart
I'm an apparent all-star from the three-pointer mark
And apparent first-teamer on the defensive squad
I'm a white Ben Wallace without a yoga bod
Oh god, why do you insist you got skills?
You insist you rock rims, you insist that you for reals
It's official, I'm top five, you're not starting
When I crash boards and throw 'bows like Kenyon Martin
I love this game so you better clear the zone
My crossover's dope, leave your ankles at home
So follow the leader, I'm down to spit heaters
Pass the rock to Snoop and then wave to cheerleaders
Hot Karl, press Start and I'm set
Whether banking off the glass or it falls all net
It's still

[Hook]