Saweetie, Salt-N-Pepa and Kash Doll - Hoops

Uh-huh

Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops

Ayy, put me in the game, coach
Hang my jersey in the rafters, say my name coach (Kash Doll)
Take my pictures get me from the right angles
You in the game but not like me, we ain't the same, no
Man, I'm the one that make the ballers buy the floor seats
Your boyfriend cheerleading from the nosebleed, sheesh
Boy, please, my whole team make it rain for free
It ain't the money or the fame, it's the ring for me
Look, thirty-point game, fifty-point chain (bling)
I come from Detroit, we playin' Cartiers (Detroit)
If my team do you dirty, I'm the one to blame
Y'all keep throwin' shade, we gon' throw a rage

Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops (that's right)
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops

Never take a day off
Wake up every day, give them something they can hate on
Swear you ain't a fan in the stands, like the playoffs
Heavy sweat checks in the gym get that weight off
Baby, watch it pay off
It's easy, I mix the Raptors with Nina Ricci
I'm single, know what they after, so they can reach me
Your girlfriend says she badder, you know she reachin'
I'm seasoned, Saweetie got that juice, ain't no secret
I know some brown-skinned baddies Coca-Cola
And some pretty snow bunnies like Lola
Save some for the chickas and cholas
The pretty girl mosh pit goin' loca

Can't nobody run me
Bunny hopping to this bag like Lola Bunny
I shoot my shot can't nobody take it from me
Fans all around the world, you know they love me
I want to shoop-shoop-shoop in the paint
Make these players wanna act right
Slam dunking on these fools, live your best life
Salt-N-Pepa on your hit list, can I get a witness?
We lit, that's my sis, it ain't none of your business
On the court, I'm heartless, takin' charge, I'm lawless
Ain't takin' no losses, where my lady bosses? (Right here)
Wanna try me? You should check the score
Since 'eighty six, we've been putting numbers on the boards

Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops (that's right)
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops
Them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah

Written by:
Diamonte Harper, Arkeisha Knight, Sandra Jacqueline Denton, Cheryl Renee James, Johnny Goldstein

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT MUSIC ALPHA, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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