[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in the ATL
In the land of the free and the brave as well
There was a little boy and they paid him well
But wouldn't know it cause he'd never leave a paper trail
Knew that he could rap, so devised a plan
To get the white girls out [?]
To give 'em high fives and [?]
And when they buy my brand
I'mma supply a demand
Leavin' the venue in the white sedan
And with a rubber band tight 'round a nice little gram
Germicide wipe-wiping my hands
Threw a fake deuce to a 5-0 little man (man)
Then I tossed him a donut
Right out the window, he know that he want it
Chocolate eclair with a strawberry on it
Gang signs up, no I already throwed it
Oink oink, little Wilbur
Why the contents of my car gettin' pilfered?
Why this little narc lookin' like Dilbert wanna frisk me
Why he looking for a thrill for?
(Hm?) Why don't you take me to dinner first
All fuss, all bacon, all liverwurst
Y'all hall monitors with a ticket purse
Talk to me like I ain't grown y'all get a verse
[Hook]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl!
Brillzing her izzin! (What they say?)
Izzo kizzay!
Izzall rizzight...
Izzo kizzay!
Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!
(Spirit of interpretation, maybe?)
[Verse 2]
When I pull up in the whip
[?] then I dip
Now she wanna drive a bid
Cause I talk like Kidd
Mr. Feeney's voice up in the [?]
Knight rider the right night as a night light
[?] Limewire [?]
I'mma autopilot whenever you're night night
(Hey, hey) Now that's Ha**elhoff-ing
T.J. Hooker type apple-saucing
No boots and no Apple Bottoms
French lick hick to my Magic Johnson
Three-man weave [to my town in Boston?]
Jersey retired 'til the Mavericks talking
General manager Raptors office
Told me that I'm the white Rafer Alston
AND1 nickname, "Oodastenda"
[?] two-step to that vendor
One quart, dog, and two foam fingers
I don't get paid, you don't neither
[Hook]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl!
Brillzing her izzin!
Izzo kizzay!
Izzall rizzight...
Izzo kizzay!
Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!
[Monologue by Heath]
I loved AND1 basketball so much. And I always wanted (laughs)-- I always wanted to play. The thing is, I can't dribble like that. I learned how to play basketball by watching John Stockton play...? Um, and he like never dribbled between his legs--ever...
So I used to just pa**, play defense, get a nasty jump shot. So my AND1 nickname used to be "Chest Pa**"... it used to be "CHEST PASS"
But then, man, I switched it over, and earned a nickname... from all the nasty splash, all the nasty wrist rotations called "Ooh That's Tender"
O-O-D-A-S-T-E-N-D-A-- "Oodastenda". That's my AND1 nickname now. So when you see me at your park, when you see me at your church league, splashin' on fools? With 18-foot rainbows right in front of your pastor's face?
(laughs maniacally) Praise. The Lord. That's what "Oodastender" is. That's what it means to me
[Hook]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl!
Brillzing her izzin!