BBA

Some say street ball makes the playground look good, Tough weather and timeouts make it hard to get open, From offence to defense getting buckets to us makes the most sense. The wind don’t alter no J’s out here to shine, We sidle are difference’s between the lines, Like poets dribbling the new literature for respect, And everybody cheers for us. So each and every day is like a playoffs until we get are respect. Cool breeze sting your eyes when your opponent goes up two in a game to twelve no time for soft fingeroll’s, It’s your weak left hand that we pickin. U could stop and watch us for moves of inspiration, We ball hard. You know the world is gunna respect us sooner then u think we ball hard over here, We represent the best round ball battles in the province check ball.