Your Old Droog - Basketball and Seinfeld lyrics

[Intro] I used to roast me a big, fine L And watch a whole lotta basketball and "Seinfeld" Aside from my fishscale clientele There's few things I know as well as basketball and "Seinfeld" [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] 40 karat phrases for these parrots Mimic the style you get embarra**ed Ditched the filthy habits, in a limousine Every limb is seen covered in some fine fabrics Still wreaking havoc, for them cats that would Rob you for your pack back when Robert Pack was a Maverick Who have chicks that give wavy wop? It's not trading cards when I say shorty gave me Topps Teeth look like Chiclets Big and white like Rik Smits I'm at my Travis Best The rest is average at best And this That Len Bias in its purest form Word is Bon Jovi, word to Sean If you don't recognize you're his spawn Catch a bigger bullet than Georghe Muresan Ric Flair with the chops And they thought he's gon' flop Finally back on the top I already made it to the finals playing with DeSagana Diop Still serve you that Will Perdue Bill Wennington, still spendin' 'em Smoking Newport shorts, call 'em Mugsy Bogues So called thugs be doing vogues Me and my team hit the road With plenty Rhodes and mini moogs Droogs mad they couldn't see the big picture I write my name on your face with a bogey that's my signature Still hungry, apple juice and baloney Eat your food, fat or boney, cats from harlem, cats from coney Those Matt Maloney stats are phony I send a bullet at cha crony, then be done with that jabroni I'm in holy matrimony with this bread Deals we broker, y'all couldn't be broker Not bad breath control for a smoker I'm Dirk, You more like Mehmet Okur Peep the game we accruing And you know I brought a crew in I ain't even with the arguing Patrick, you win [Chorus] Basketball and "Seinfeld" Basketball and "Seinfeld" (what we watchin?) Basketball and "Seinfeld" (what, what, what) Basketball and "Seinfeld" [Bridge] I used to roast me a big, fine L And watch a whole lotta basketball and "Seinfeld" Aside from my fishscale clientele There's few things I know as well as basketball and "Seinfeld" [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Chris Kaman when they came in, I was Chamberlain Burst through the door son I'm Kramerin' Who wrote a gorgeous stanza? It's not you, it's me like George Costanza Folks appreciate the candor Thin line between truth and slander You more like Kenny Bania The rap game should ban ya Cantstandya, and ya delusions of grandeur Green light from my manager My joint smooth like how them pottery dudes handle clay Old school like channel J Your art, Vandelay Weak like the ukraine, on that train fight You wasn't freaking Elaine right Come through like Wayne Knight in plain sight Option to stay the night Cause I don't build women up or gas 'em Strictly help her reach an orgasm With you it's, fake, fake, fake, fake Plus everybody loves The Drake Left with cla** c or d, who's it gonna be? Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dee I said neither scorn free So left, that the dude going left is corny to me Drink Snapple all the time If i don't get that I'll have a cranberry juice with two limes What they do should be a crime I mean what's the deal with rappers who don't rhyme? f**ing hermit Talk bout cars but like straight hair you ain't got a permit What are you driving at? Where are you driving at? Don't make me send a shot at you now, you ain't surviving that BBaow! Clean head shot That sweater really get a red dot Done seen every episode, how much more can we watch? And motherf** Danny Hoch Your man nice? Well Droog nicer Smooth as a bu*ter shave, thinner precision than the slicer Locked in the dungeon, till they unearthed me Soaking up game, I been sponge worthy I'm hip hop's John Locke (who dat?) You just hop on co*k My old rhymes still hittin' And you're like Keith Hernandez on "Seinfeld" you were never really spittin' [Chorus] Basketball and "Seinfeld" Basketball and "Seinfeld" Basketball and "Seinfeld" (I feel like Lil Bow) Basketball and "Seinfeld"(That's my favorite sport, my favorite show) Oh yeah, before it switch I took it out, on your b**h On some jerk store sh** Had to throw that one in there, know what I'm sayin'?