Lyrics




Uh-huh
Oh, yeah
Black tie
Last shot
Tick-tick-tick
And the clock stops
Gotta come with it in the Harlem park
Big time win gets a valiant start
Ain't no fake it 'til you make it
Only got one chance, gotta take it
You're gonna be great if you're droppin' that [Unidentifiable word(s)]
Shimmy, shake
Scrapes and scratches and the bumps and cuts
You gotta get the sweat with tears of blood
Brush it all off and forget about the noise
You gotta beat the pressure with the guts and poise
Just bein' in the moment forget about the past
They gonna call you [Unidentifiable word(s)] with a mind like that
If you want it more than anybody, let's go
Let's go
Take that chance to get on up and roll with us
We all got that stardust
No need to be scared of us
But we could be notorious
Get on up and roll with us
We all got that stardust
Every day prepared us
So we could be notorious
Big hops
Sick shot
If they can't handle it then kick rocks
Talk that talk 'cause you got that swag
Wait 'til you see when you go in your bag
Better be quick on the hustle
Get back quick, go in trouble
This time we ain't gonna settle the score
All you can hear is the crowd roar
Roar (roar, roar)
All you can hear is the crowd
Roar, roar (roar, roar)
All you hear is the crowd
Roar, roar (roar, roar)
Give it all you got, leave it on the court
Win that game and come back for more
This right here, when you feel like home
Nothing can stop you when you're in the zone
You know when you got that focus
That you're gonna make them feel hopeless
Might seem cocky but you're really modest
Take that chance to get on up and roll with us
We all got that stardust
No need to be scared of us
But we could be notorious
Get on up and roll with us
We all got that stardust
Every day prepared us
So we could be notorious



Writer(s): Matthew James O Halloran, Douglas Gibson Copyright: Supergarage Music Inc.


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