Come on pretty mama let me be the strong papa I was meant to be
Basketball's the means to me
If only for a minute I wish you would give it up
It's only the game and only you, you're the only one
I believe you I see it that you never would leave
But if you really want to hit it you're gonna have to keep it clean
Oye Vaya! Oye Vaya!
You I know love you daddy and I know that you're bad
But if you really wanna win it you're gonna have to get the ball back
Kitten I'm cold I'm ashamed I'm stting out
It's eating my soul I'm at my record low
It's not in the throw but the way that you hold it
Go on and take it to the network you know you work it for me
You're gonna work