Lyrics Slam Dunk - YoungstaCPT , Da Les

Yeah
It's been a long time coming
Yeah
Me and my niggas stay running
City
Had keep them running
Let's get it

Gang gang gang gang
Got channel on the rings
Throwback old thing
YGen on the chain
Gang gang gang gang
Same team (Sandton?) runnin things
You ain't fittin to catch a fade
I've Got FDD on the chain

Slam dunk, slam dunk, Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Slam dunk, slam dunk Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Got Jays that look like mayonnaise
Sunday royal make it rain
Cape town city of pretty thangs
Gang gang gang gang
All my niggas stay winning man
Me and Youngsta fittin to get it man
Whatchu sayin?
Gang gang gang gang

I am a product of my environment
From the home of Rothmans andStuyvesant
Don't be a cyclist and take your vitamins
Because you are missing practice likeIverson
I think your crew is cute
I've got the juicy fruits
So when she is picking players she ain't choosing you
And her booty moves
Just like a hula hoop
So I pulled her through
To come shoot some hoops
Y O U N G S T A C P T ball like NBA
L E S's name is in the hall of fame
My Lebrons are on so you can call me James
So yes meneer the cape cavalier
I am back in your atmosphere like Shaq was here
I am so defiant
With the flow and rhyming
I am a golden diamond
Call me Kobe Bryant
The ball is in your court
Don't drop it
When we taking a shot
They won't block it
We deliver to you
Like the post office
And we are not from Harlem
But we are globe trotters
No soccer
But I am MVP
The most valuable
Number 23
So all I need in this life of sin
Is to be fresh to death and above the rim
They call me dunkin (dunkers?)

Slam dunk, slam dunk, Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Slam dunk, slam dunk Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Got jays look like mayonnaise
Sunday royal make it rain
Cape town city of pretty thangs
Gang gang gang gang
All my niggas stay winning man
Me and Youngsta fittin to get it man
Whatchu sayin?
Gang gang gang gang

Kunta kinte
In the club
Shit face
Me and all my niggas got to get paid
So much
I got to lose weight
You are a water boy
Bobby Boucher
Water boy plus that (?) that's big face
Watch your girl throw it down and get a big taste
I had how the hell do you come around when your shit fake
Wrist work at the base line
You top 10
Nigga I am top 5
I'm top notch and top tier
Take it to the top like a cop sign
My blasé from die kaap got mine
Bong bigger than the bon fire
You are out of mind nigga and I am on site
You can lick the bottom of my off whites

I've got to keep it one on one with you
Till I am paid in full
In the hall of fame with the work
Yea, I started in the dirt (true)
Cash season yea its draft season
Now I gotta hit em where it hurts

Slam dunk, slam dunk, Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Slam dunk, slam dunk Slam dunk
And when I do I do it
Got jays look like mayonnaise
Sunday royal make it rain
Cape town city of pretty thangs
Gang gang gang gang
All my niggas stay winning man
Me and Youngsta fittin to get it man
Whatchu sayin?