It's Like That (TMC Remix)
(Chris)
Scoring buckets, at record highs,
Mitch coming, Timmy going, Warriors born
to fly.
I’m the flyest white dude, to lace them
up,
Props to Bird and Chambers but I’m the
cream of the crop.
My hoops game Brooklyn born, and Brooklyn
raised,
Heard every white joke and I cannot be
phased.
Don’t ask me because I don’t know why,
But it’s white-black, and that’s the way
it is.
(Mitch)
Players in the league trying to make
their shot,
They try to shoot, lay up or dunk
a lot.
I get buckets, in every way,
From every place, every day.
My name rings out from coast to coast,
Mitch so rich he’s going to toast the
most.
I said you got to work hard, you want to
hang with us,
But it’s like that, and that’s the way
it is.
(Tim)
The killer crossover, most feared in the
game,
Like a work of art, it should be in a
frame.
I’m a wiz with ball, in my hands,
Run-TMC will ruin, all your plans.
The scoreboard lights are going to blow,
When we come in your building it’s a fireworks
show.
The best offense, that you’ll ever know,
And it’s like that, and that’s the way
it is.
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