Won't Trade

[Intro: Sample] Welcome to 'All Sports, All Day.' Today on the program, trade talks continue in New York City, but it doesn't disturb his productivity on the field [Verse 1: Q-Tip] (Now that I know what it is, boy) For your epitaph, niggas laugh Chicks steady gas your ass, siphoning out your cash Seein' the door, the flash, while I stay enclosed Walkin' out in my clothes, she says— (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) You motherfuckin' right Wantin' this shit every night, finish up, I hold her tight Wearin' feelings on my sleeve even when I had to leave Cooler than the evening breeze—do you believe? (Gotta believe!) (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) The Division I leader in the rebound with numerous shorties Off the post, goin' coast to coast, she on the hardwood Sub, I'm out the game, she sayin', "Nah, he good", I mean (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) For no amount of dough Franchise this man, give him all the things you can Think long-term plans, he be bringin' in the fans Front-page magazine, listen to this lady scream: (I wouldn't trade it for nothing, b—) 'Cause she know what's better for her Toppin' in the peckin' order, fluid like the runnin' water Nicest nigga? Kinda-sorta When he scream, it's just a slaughter, no matter the quarter I get it (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) The clubhouse king, battin' practice, slug and swing Gametime's anything, when I'm in, you're 'bout a minute Holdin' the bat, it's good as fact She's out the park, ain't comin' back, she sayin'— (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) Everywhere you sit, you get a good view of the ballplayer and all And the Famous Hall inevitably will make a call Hangin' memorabilia from your walls—this is why you can't trade me (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) [Press Conference Interlude 2] When asked about the trade rumors, he simply replied that he's just here to produce, to put forth the best effort for his team [Verse 2: Q-Tip] (Now that I know what it is, boy) You can put your money on a sure thing Certain profits would it bring Ceremonies are the ringer in the White House thing Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade? (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) 'Cause in the end, as a teammate You're lookin' for a back shoot, and go-to ball Leaves it all on the floor, always lookin' to score Pep talks in the locker-room, this is why you sing this tune: (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) And injuries can't make me sit out, I ball 'til you get out Hook-off, no di-doubt, and all like get out I train for the pressure and come out fresher Equipped for the game, you know my name, it makes me better A cheer for the whole team, let's go for the whole thing The ballad that you're holding, MVP voting And I represent the sentiment you're emoting, as you say— (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) The physical ability with mental capability Legitimately places me inside of your vicinity And I ain't really seein' me vacatin' this community I'm stayin' here (I wouldn't trade it for nothing, b—) I'm glad that you feel this way, here's where I like to play I need to hear it everyday, they cheer for me, say, "Olé!" Wait a minute, "Andale?" I dunno, but anyway (I wouldn't trade it for nothing) [Outro: Sample] "There was a lot of talk, there was buzz, and your name came up in the—in the trade rumors. Uh, how seriously did you take that?" "Uh, uh, not serious at all, really"