Michael Franti & Spearhead Follow

Red, black, green, red, gold, green
Dat's how we know we a fe we dream team
Red, black, green, red, gold, green
Dat's how we know we a fe we dream team

The other day a friend gave me a call
He said that the dream team was playin' basketball
Was so excited that I hadda get a witness
The first time the NBA was in the 'lympics

Players from the east, players from the west
And you can bet that they took the very best
(Except they left Tim Hardaway at home)
(Yeah, that was hella fucked up)

But anyway I tuned in because I was hella psyched
To see Magic Johnson on the same team as Mike

Gettin crazy, havin' lots of fun
Makin' sure that they got the job done
Fans were wavin' the red, white and blue
It seemed strange to me, was it strange to you?

Brotha's on the street and everyone is scared a ya
So how could ten Africans represent America?
Bullshit, it didn't mean a thing
'Cause in the same year we saw Rodney King

So I thought that I would put a team together
A team that I have been waitin' for forever
Some a you may know what I mean
But if you don't then lemme introduce you to

My Dream team
Spearhead in the area

This is my dream team, my dream team
My dream team, my dream team

Well, Chuck D's announcin', flava's doin' color
Halftime enterntainment by Dre and Ed Lover
Malcolm X is the coach, he's drawin' up the strategy
He's choppin' up America's anatomy

'Cause they're the ones we're up against of course
Oue general manager is Chief Crazy Horse
Huey Newton 'cause he was extra hard
He's the one who would be playin' at the shootin' guard

I dreamed Charles Barkley would be
Played by Marcus Garvey
He'd be throwin' people off his back and makin'
Sure they never got a rebound, rebound

And he'd throw it to the outlet
Nat Turner 'cause he can turn the corner when he's out there
He be flyin' through the air
Throwin' passes like he really doesn't care

Behind the back and in between the legs
He's handlin the rock as gently as an egg
He's throwin' it in to Angela Davis's neighborhood
She's postin' up down in the extra hard wood

She grabs the pill and then she puts her shoulder down
Get out the way 'cause she's gonna throw down now
Boom, oh, my God, I just can't believe it
Get anotha backboard or bettah yet leave it

We always play for fun but we always play for keeps
The game is over and the loser's gotta sweep
Up the glass that we busted in the ass
Set the record straight about America's past

This is my Dream team
Spearhead in the area

Dream Team's in the house
Dream Team's in the house

Well, after doin' that we be headin' for the ceremony
Hand on the heart is a bunch of baloney
The spirit of the '68 Olympics
Black power people, can I get a witness?

Fist in the air this is proper manners
While Jimi Hendrix is fuckin' up the spangled banner
Up into the sky Miles Davis blows a horn
Look into the bleachers, it's Bill Clinton sellin' popcorn

So now, we jump and we have a celebration
Shaquille 0'Neal would provide the entertainment
To some of you this is a far fetched scheme
But to me, I'll tell you what it is

This is my Dream team
Spearhead in the area

This is my dream team, my dream team
My dream team, my dream team

Yeah, Sista Rosa Perks she gets the first seat on the bench
And Dr. King, we bring him in in a pinch

Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas