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Nobody can't see me no more, or be me no more
The latest rapper, who is it? I don't even watch TV no more
Just 16 points a night, Atlanta Hawk cheerleaders clap
When I score, my urination bounce off the basketball floor

My texture is tight, wipe my ass on the fiberglass
Top draft pick, I'm up in here, you know it, homes
Compare me to Sean Puffy Combs
The New Jersey Nets won't ignore the bass line dunk
C'mon, jump

Shocked the V.I.P. section, my sneaker prints
Show on the backboards with affection
Top to bottom I got 'em

Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'
Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'
Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'

No tipperillos, ingredients better, the pie roaster
You must be smokin' dust, pull up on you like Doug Collins
Albert and Bernards, I burn hard
Can't stop me, the show is not finish

You saw what happened to Steven Houston, like Ron Artest
Rookies comin' against ya, is only gonna play 3 minutes
My team form in the corner, better than Carmello's jumper
Your wife watchin' me in mid-air, the number one fan
Don't hate me, you hate Bryan Pumper

The underhand finger roll, when he walked off the court
Not impressed with the kicks, who designed the sole
My bottom feet stay on the shoulders of Manute Bol
I'm worst against the clock, go tell Pee Wee
I'm the best on your block, top to bottom I got 'em

Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'
Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'
Keep on jumpin', girls keep pumpin'

My inside game is hard to rub next to the boards

Your turnaround is lame, my fade away is spectacular
Confront TNT, the show with Charles Barkley

My simple lay-up looks 10 times better than yours
You better on the floors
Your mixtape, I call your DJ pause
You know the flower

Nobody can't see me no more, or be me no more
The latest rapper, who is it? I don't even watch TV no more