Worthy & Erving

[Intro] (Real trap shit) [Chorus] You got them birds, I want a few, first I'ma drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty boy, that's forty-two Call that pack that James Worthy, Zone 6 Julius Erving (DJ motherfuckin' Rell) Set my dunk on Julius Erving, flying through the six like George Gervin You got them birds, I want a few, first I'ma drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty boy, that's forty-two Call that pack that James Worthy Zone 6 Julius Erving Set my dunk on Julius Erving, flying through the six like George Gervin [Verse 1] You see the feet on the fleet, like cleats on a athlete (Go) Tell 'em paper-tag me, damn, that thing look nasty (Go) Damn, this thing a classic, everybody starin' Pull up in a Chevy, put your cutlass in a casket (Yeah) Simple dunk can't catch me, on Davin's twistin' backwards (Huh) Candy painted sixes like the rims just did a back flip (Goddamn) My rims just did a back flip The lips on my rims so big they fucked 'round and did a front flip (It's Gucci) The way I got my dunk built (Huh) Way I got the motor built (Huh) Punch it then the front lift (Huh) Wammin' at the light, pimp (Go, go) Slammin' at the light symbol Pull up in a white dunk, white guts, white rims [Chorus] You got them birds, I want a few, first I'ma drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty boy, that's forty-two Call that pack that James Worthy, Zone 6 Julius Erving Set my dunk on Julius Erving, flying through the six like George Gervin You got them birds, I want a few, first I'ma drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty boy, that's forty-two Call that pack that James Worthy Zone 6 Julius Erving Set my dunk on Julius Erving, flying through the six like George Gervin