Muggsy Bogues Slam Dunk by Greg Enemy Lyrics
[Intro]
Raise em up (x4)
[Verse 1]
Okay okay
As I raise em out the tune with
That crushed velvet, Hugh Heffner jacket smooth shit
That Max Roach, drumming in a three piece suit
Let the ribbon hear the no sweat when I raise roofs
Killer thangs, leave the scene
Break neck, nigga ski
Jersey #1, biggest nigga in the league
Jamming only one, mic check live
Be quiet on the set, 1080p widescreen
The flow Art Deco, but quite ghetto
Pushing bike pedals through this inner-city metro[?]
But daddy-o, what you know
Heard that he a real smooth brother on the low[?]
No job, be alive lil nigga though
Jean jacket and some Beefroll Penny Loafs
No ups, but the sky still the limit tho
We don't give a solid gold fuck if you di'int know
Students in the down new teacher in town[?]
Don't act like no class clown, nigga sit yo ass down
[Hook]
Guess they style's more of a slam dunk
But my shit was more like a finger roll
[Verse 2]
This like the all-white linnen party
All white women party-ing in the ville
With the nigga taking pictures of the king
And they sipping champagne, pour another glass
That verb [?] when the camera flash
Polaroid snapshot, open color ascot
Flower and lapel shit, David la Chapelle with it
Witty with the pen ink sinking in your skin deep
Vivid when he speak transmission through his grim sleep
When they ask where I've been I just tell 'em
"Shit, chilling with my niggas and we niggerishly elegant"
Taking out the negatives, then we develop them
Soon to get the picture, no edits or embelishments
Then frame and hang it on the walls of your lovely home
Because you need some fine art for your living room
That boy cold like a fever and runny nose
Hah, I'm Muggsy Bogues with a hunderd flows
Still at hearts as I know look past y'all[?]
'Scuse me as I kiss it off the back for[?]
Altitude through the roof, where you at boi[?]
[Hook]
Guess they style's more of a slam dunk
But my shit was more like a finger roll
Nigga I'm Muggsy Bogues, if you didn't know
For real
Damn skippy
Raise em up (x4)
[Verse 1]
Okay okay
As I raise em out the tune with
That crushed velvet, Hugh Heffner jacket smooth shit
That Max Roach, drumming in a three piece suit
Let the ribbon hear the no sweat when I raise roofs
Killer thangs, leave the scene
Break neck, nigga ski
Jersey #1, biggest nigga in the league
Jamming only one, mic check live
Be quiet on the set, 1080p widescreen
The flow Art Deco, but quite ghetto
Pushing bike pedals through this inner-city metro[?]
But daddy-o, what you know
Heard that he a real smooth brother on the low[?]
No job, be alive lil nigga though
Jean jacket and some Beefroll Penny Loafs
No ups, but the sky still the limit tho
We don't give a solid gold fuck if you di'int know
Students in the down new teacher in town[?]
Don't act like no class clown, nigga sit yo ass down
[Hook]
Guess they style's more of a slam dunk
But my shit was more like a finger roll
[Verse 2]
This like the all-white linnen party
All white women party-ing in the ville
With the nigga taking pictures of the king
And they sipping champagne, pour another glass
That verb [?] when the camera flash
Polaroid snapshot, open color ascot
Flower and lapel shit, David la Chapelle with it
Witty with the pen ink sinking in your skin deep
Vivid when he speak transmission through his grim sleep
When they ask where I've been I just tell 'em
"Shit, chilling with my niggas and we niggerishly elegant"
Taking out the negatives, then we develop them
Soon to get the picture, no edits or embelishments
Then frame and hang it on the walls of your lovely home
Because you need some fine art for your living room
That boy cold like a fever and runny nose
Hah, I'm Muggsy Bogues with a hunderd flows
Still at hearts as I know look past y'all[?]
'Scuse me as I kiss it off the back for[?]
Altitude through the roof, where you at boi[?]
[Hook]
Guess they style's more of a slam dunk
But my shit was more like a finger roll
Nigga I'm Muggsy Bogues, if you didn't know
For real
Damn skippy