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We up in Boulder man
Ya’ll suckas know the plan
Me and Dylan we chilling, skipping and we holding hands
Cuz he’s the Guildenstern to my Rosencrantz
Doing the slowest dance
Ballin with one hand holdin our pants
Went from NBA Jam to this sweatband
Must feel like you got all of your skills second hand
We making shots that you just can’t understand
I praise allah while I launch these rockets to the promise land
We just making buckets all day
Even if we end up chuckin em straight down a hallway
Spin move mafucka, ain’t that what they all say?
Roll the game, put it in the air 'cuz they all J’s
(hey)
You can’t even stop us though
Serve up a sucka quick 'cuz I got that tapas flow
It ain’t just about these rhymes and raps
We makin art on these courts right behind our backs
It’s like that
Yo we ballin out, me and my man Dilly Bar
Run away from the basket, throw it really far
You wanna feel like a baller? (hey)
Me and Dylan are a phone call away
Yo we ballin out, me and my man Dilly Bar
Run away from the basket, throw it really far
You wanna feel like a baller? (hey)
Come find us 'cuz we ballin all day
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