He Got Game Page #2

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He's always singin'.

- You know, right?

- Yo, I sound good though, man.

Better take this court over, yo.

- We gotta play for real.

- And don't be confused

You just have

to be willing

- Willing to end the-- Aw!

- Sh*t!

Check out Rodman here.

Hey, yo, yo, yo!

We got next!

- Gonna kick these motherfuckers' ass.

- For real.

Play ball!

Big man.

- Look at the pants on that kid, man.

- Let's go, baby.

- That's off.

- Break!

Let's go, let's go,

let's go, G!

Hey!

- Bring it on now.

- Move it by yourself. Come on.

- Block it.

- Whoa!

Aw, sh*t!

- I got it.

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on! I'm open.

- Ah, that's our ball.

- Nice shot, Johnny!

Whoo-hoo!

Good pass, James!

- Just let me know.

- What's the score?

Let's go, Boog!

I got it.

I got hops, baby! I got hops.

Center court.

You got it. You got it.

- Let's go, Boogs.

- Come on, baby. Let's go, baby.

Get ready to help out, Booger,

before we get beat. Just steal.

Show me something, kid.

I got it! All the way!

Fly! Alley-oop!

Show time!

Yeah! We're the Lincoln Railsplitters,

baby! What, what, what, what?

You didn't read the paper

that day, son?

Aw! Railsplitters!

That's right.

So Jesus

has led the Railsplitters...

to the Promised Land despite

being down late the second half.

Coach Cincotta's team

refused to die.

They come back to win it,

and there's bedlam at the Garden.

Number one.

The game brings me

love, peace and happiness.

My name is Sip Rodgers.

I go to Abraham Lincoln High School.

I play the two-spot.

We're the Railsplitters,

and nobody's f***in' with us.

Basketball is like

poetry in motion.

Just comin' down the court,

you got a defender in your way.

You take him to the left.

You take him back to the right.

And he's fallin' back,

and you just "J" right in his face.

And then you look at him,

and then you say, "What?"

Basketball's the birthplace

of all of my dreams,

of everything that I wanna be, of

everything I wanna accomplish in life.

I feel handsome when I'm on the court.

I feel like I'm somebody.

The way this goes down

is simple

From this day forth

anything dealing with rap stay off

This the play-offs

No payoffs, strictly skills

If your brain's insane

then stick to your deals

In this field it ain't about sellin'

a mil wit' the run of the mill

So just be tellin' it real, it ain't

like a third-time felon's appeal

Till a god schools 'em

and tells 'em the deal

I'll allow you to write

maybe allow you to bite

If you down to fight the power

here's the power to fight

I overpower the mic

Hit the crowd wit' da bomb diggy

Ring the alarm

Now the squad's wit' me

From way back I shown no weakness

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