Scrilla Vic - Below The Rim Pro Lyrics
Lo and behold the lo pro’s on the road so get a leg upIf the backs are slim, I won’t give it upI deal with runnin’ mind games like it ain’t no thingBring my game to settle scores, it’s more than styles that I swingTo hustle in this bustle’s my professionStutter step and juke, swoop and scoop and impressin’This here’s a lesson on how I hypnotize, right?To the thighs I’m never nervous and I ain’t far behindSend shivers up your spine when you’re ridin’ the pineYeah your vision distorts and I take no shortsCuz the hardwood performer with the ax might passNever pump fake, just lay it on the line but won’t fastbreakHeavens up my stairway, turnabout is fairplayOnce I’m in the action, I’ll reverse it and stick the JOnce again, a firm grip on the skinTurnin’ frowns upside down so get down before I’m out of townI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotI’m all about slammin’‘Til they just can’t stand itI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotNo nonsenseWhen I’m in your zone, I’m unconsciousIt’s showtime! Quick hands do shine in the backcourtEven when the sweat pours, my groove soothesDunkaroos - mo’ moves than Magic on the floorBefore Johnson’s through I do the do just like it’s never been done beforeThe parle instant replayShows I got skills, amaze and won’t get played I shake and bake with a fly Slamma Jamma maneuverNot a use and abuser or bruiserDon’t choke from the strokeOf a rimrattlin’ rock that’s *****ed and ready to bring it right to ‘yanonstopIt’s through the legs and spin moveStay cool - take fools to school while I’m breakin’ all the rulesEach time my sights are to the waistline. I take my timeOne the real, I thrill, wheel and deal, and windmillAnd take it straight to your chinSome try to fly sky high, but I choose to play below the rimI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotI’m all about slammin’‘Til they just can’t stand itI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotNo nonsenseWhen I’m in your zone, I’m unconsciousWhen you’re playin’ below the rim, I’m sayin’ way lowIf the pressure’s on, I bust the stress and go wit a pressSome say they never play the back, but the factsThose suckas dribble all up in the cracks and I ain’t with thatSo when I’m dishin’, I don’t get tunnel visionI won’t tip flop, I’m in tip top conditionTo keep runnin’ things with ease – Playa pleaseI ain’t down to skeet on a lady whose a skeezeThe fake weave, knock-kneed, take your cash and dashWho ain’t fakin’ the funk, I dare you to dunk your stuffAround they hoop, you’ll get souped, loop de loop, alleyoopTroop, I never trust a trick turnin’ over quickBut if you’re kickin’ the bobos like an Ordinary JoeThey can see right through your flow and know you’re prowlin’ for a freethrowI may give and go, but I ain’t move-fakin’Cuz V’s got the D that brings ‘em all to they kneesI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotI’m all about slammin’‘Til they just can’t stand itI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotOne-on-OneI always get the job doneI got the rockI’ll show you what I gotNo nonsenseWhen I’m in your zone, I’m unconsciousYeah, you know what I’m sayin’I’m all about b-ball since back in the days.Ask about me. Thought you knew.I’m that dude runnin’ fools into the pavement.Yeah, you know. It’s me and the cheerleaders back at my crib, Cous.I got that vertical. I’m right at the rim, baby.You got trim. I got a front row ticket for ya’.Whose next? Let’s go!I’m the Wilt Chamberlain of the horizontal sport.Prince of the League and King of the Court Like Lebron James, I make the grade and stay paid, So fly like D Wade with a smooth segwayI go wild out, but I won’t foul outLadies know I’m down to heat it up, so take ‘em towels outTo get this tril - I got big shoes to fillLike Shaquille O’Neill, don’t forget that pillPut up Michael Jordan numbers, from squads I ran throughIn an outright tussle, rebound like Bill RussellBreak boards like Chocolate Thunder, takin’ ‘em underTrottin’ round the globe like a Harlem stunnerLike Vince Carter, I got time to hang around the rimFrom slim to thick, I’m never throwin’ up bricksWith my wordplay, you heard meThey world keeps spinnin’ and I keep grinnin’ at they curves topsy turvy
