Lay Up Lyrics - Singles - Andy Mineo

What time, is it? 

Gametime 

Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and right now you're not thinkin' jump shot, all you need is a layup 

Mineo: That's right Marv, nothin' fancy 

Marv Albert: No cosmetics 

Mineo: They've got a chance to win it here tonight at Dyckman courts. He throws it in, he's wide open 

(Don't miss, don't miss) 

Marv Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the horn 

Wavin' my American flag 

Even though it got "Made in China" on the tag 

Used to have the GT with the mags now my face in the mags 

I ain't gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that" 

White man still can't jump 

If I catch a fast break then I'm slappin' the glass 

Ask my man Sequae should I marry my girl he said, "Wait up, hold up" 

She fly, love God, and she got a good mind 

Oh boy, that's a layup! 

Gotta take it when it come 

Please don't miss it 

What you bouta do with the rock? 

When it's game time for the wedding save me a ticket 

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What time is it? 

Game time 

What time is it? 

Game time 

What time is it? 

Game time 

Young boy, don't quit 

One thing that you don't miss 

That's a layup 

That's easy boy 

That's a lay up 

That's a free-bee boy (fundamentals) 

That's a lay up 

Don't blow it 

That's a lay up 

That's easy buckets (Eazy-E) 

That's a lay up 

Photos 

Told Alex I don't want no more trap beats 

Man, why you had to send this? 

You know I couldn't resist 

This is a finger roll, look at the flicka da wrist 

That's an assist, no I insist 

Throw me the alley, I'll oop it 

Spanish girl up in my hood 

Look me in the face said, "Don't be estupid", I got it 

Look, shawty I'm the professor, get the lab coat 

I speak two languages, Spanglish and infact-os 

Coach told me no lollygaggin' 

Still dunk with my pants saggin' 

One sixteen, yeah, it's tatted 

Cause I been ridin', no bandwagon 

Look, I done came down 

Nate told me that's H-Town 

But I'm Boeheim, when it's game time 

That's a lay up, but I never lay it down 

You ain't even pray for the dinner 

How you got the prayin' hands on the 'gram for the picture? 

And we already won, we the pros, got next 

Goin' down, NY 

City don't sleep, let me close one eye 

City don't weep, grown boys don't cry 

Four wings with the pork fried, oh my 

I'm schemin' up, teamin' up, lay it up 

Screamin' out buckets, buckets 

They don't even know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my Lord 

We brought Sosa back to the minors 

Lord help me, the money look major 

She only love things that are finer 

And she lookin' fine, boy, I tell you 

That's two doors with the ceiling gone 

That's five-four with the silicone 

I guess Mr. Right still choosin' wrong 

Colored folks still can't swim 

But Mike Phelps couldn't walk the water 

Pastor said that we need Jesus 

Big state was his alma mater 

Shouts to Alex, that's my brother 

Shoutin' Dyckman over Rucker 

Look at grace, I think I love her 

Marv Albert: Aw, you shoulda taken the stairs young fella 

Andy: You can't win 'em all Marv 

Marv Albert: I can't believe he blew it 

Andy: Unbelievable 

Marv Albert: That's a ball game here in New York