Hoop Dreams Lyrics

Shorty had hoop dreams, knocked da baddest cheerleader, cheated on her with a new thing

Cause she was old and her coupe clean, that was his favorite after school thing his always come through thing

She'd pick him up and suck him up on the way to go do things, then one day she pulled some coke out

Had him looking confused watching this baddie blow her nose out

She pull up, hand on his dick, he like, can we go to your house

He's 16, she's 32, let illa homie stroke out, he thirsty, bustin' his hoe down

It's 10pm, he tellin' her that he gotta go home now

The whole way there, she convincing him that he grown now

Had a game the next day, shorty sittin front row now

Knowin' his ex a cheerleader, salty starting the hoedown

He showed out, hit him for 40, it was a blowout

After the game, his ex walk up on him like I'm havin' your child

He was stuck, the older woman walked up like it's time to go now

Kissin' him on his face, said they on their way out the door now

Boy, that ride home was silent, she like, why you so quiet

He like, you seen the way I hit that shot, I almost caused a riot

He like, you seen me get that dunk in there tonight, I was on fire

She like, I seen that lil' bitch in your ear oversmilin

He like, chill out, you wildin, you too old to be playin

And she like, chill out, you childish and I want me a man

They pull up front this crib, she pull that coke out again

Blow her nose out again, he slammed the door and went in

He decided to give her space, ain't talk to her for weeks

Got back in tune with his ex, tryin' to cool off the heat

It was month two of the pregnancy, then two turned to three

Then three turned to four, by month five she was showin

Ultrasound after ultrasound, they havin' a boy

Neither one financially stable and it got him annoyed

Lost the passion for scoring baskets, scored a pack from his boy

He showed up the games, but wasn't goin' to practice no more

And you already know how that go

Young and chasin' the check to the point he told his homie he wanna meet the connect

And that's his nigga, he was surely gon' take him because he feel him

When he pulled up short, he like, damn, I know these buildings

When they got to the door, can't believe who buzzed him in

The same 32-year-old bitch that he was fuckin' with

She let him in, they huggin' shit

She like, you finally grew up

He like, I ain't on no funny shit, I'm on some gift

Eleven hundred a zip, regular customer price

But he could get it for nine if he fuck her tonight

Told his homie go to the car, she gettin' slutty tonight

And don't answer the phone for his baby mother tonight

He get in and get out

Two for eighteen for him and his mans

And dipped out, they got grands to dish out

Another game the next day

Shorty sittin front row again

So was his baby mama's stomach big enough to notice it

The older bitch left at halftime, she couldn't take it

Shorty wide open, six seconds left

And he couldn't make it

After the game, he thought the old bitch left

But she waited in the parking lot so she could see who he gon' leave the game with

When she saw it was with his baby mama, she almost fainted

Then another line like, Tony Montana and Turned Brainless

Called Shorty, never met a red light

And she sprayed it on his baby mama's side of the car

Then she skated

He rushed her to the hospital fast, but she didn't make it

The law questioned him all night

Dined at the station, got released

He hit the old bitch crib, but it was vacant

She was gone in sixty seconds for real

Nicholas Cage, them is crazy

Kalib Kalib Kalib Caleb, Caleb

Damn

Shit, that's fire

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