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Game Day Lyrics - Artist : Tribe Called Quest, A
Yeah yeah, gentlemen, ha ha
NFL GameDay, you know how we stay, word up Yeah, I wanna give a shoutout to Chris Berman, Tom Jackson Joe Theismann, Sterling Sharpe, you know'm'sayin' Brothers from ESPN I wanna give a shout to Howie Long, Terry Bradshaw, Ronnie Lott And the rest of the boys up at FOX, John Madden You know'm'sayin', this is how we do it Mike Ditka and the crew up at NBC, Bob Costas Whatever's clever—take a loss never Yo, check it, yo… Too many crews front like they're outta order But probably could not manage if their name was Tom LaSorda Rod Hampton been my man since his school days in Georgia And then Garrison Hearst, but Herschel was first When Malik is in the house, I want silence, no violence Speedy Rodney Hampton and Phife, true New York Giants Forever pushing wigs back—yo, we like it like that I'm from the Rotten Apple—getting played, I just can't see that Yo, which MC's should I start to exploit? Got that Lion Jay Dee, roaring straight from Detroit With mad tracks up his sleeves, you wouldn't believe The Ummah got more wins than that man Dan Reeves Overachieve, 'cause of the blessings from Jehovah Some call Him Jah, and Muslims say Allah But back to the matter at hand, Rodney, my man Yo, get on the mic and do the best you can 'Cause there's a lot of MC's that come with songs that ain't strong NFL for dat ass will stand for "Not For Long" There's a lot of MC's that come with songs that ain't strong NFL for they ass will stand for "Not For Long" My name is Hampton, they call me "Hot Rod" Before stepping to me, you better pray to your God Even folks on the West knows who's in charge Top 10 running backs, I never try to play large Never step in the way of my jersey 2-7 You're better off reading the Bible (Ask your reverend) Always on point with that cat named Phife When I run the ball, it's like running for my life (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) NFL for dat ass will stand for "Not For Long" (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) (How long?) Not long (Not For Long) NFL for they ass will stand for "Not For Long" With the pigskin in my hand, I'm thinkin'… (Give it to me, yeah, 'til Phife Diggy come in) Never weak, yeah, I get strong like a lion Forever representin' on the gridiron Yeah, Malik Izaak will hit ya with that run dat sh… Pass me the mic and watch us get intimate Not only does it walk with me, it talks to me Taps me on the back and says, "Son, that was a job well done" "Why, thank you. I'm glad I could be of great service" 'Cause it's mad MC's out here nowadays that sound nervous Life is too short to still be sounding like a novice You can't MC, then get your ass up out my office Brothas is like, "Oh, my head, it can't be him again" Bite my style like a Wolverine from Michigan When they see my faith, them boys get stiffer than a mannequin Been writing joints since the tender age of nine or ten I know this year mad silly heads will be vexed with me Especially if they know they have no strategy Don't step to me, I'm the one that you don't wanna see You know my stee, you must be drinking too much Hennessy Phife Diggy Dawg, my title be "Mr. Melody" You tryna play me as if my name is Stanley Knowing damn well my style is legend like Lombardi But in this case, it's just for mashin' up the party So when you see me and my clique, keep your ass still Or take mad L's, exactly four like the Buffalo Bills Me and my crew, we got more wins than George Halas Or better yet, Tom Landry in his years out in Dallas You try to test the Kennel Club, two to your jaw Keeping it new and improved like the Ravens from Baltimore What? What what? (Ha ha) What what? (Ha ha) What what? (Ha ha) It's like that, son (Yeah); it's like that, son (Yeah) Phife Diggy Dawg, you best believe I'm the one Not the two, not the three, not the four But my favorite number's five Keep it live, represent the Tribe Not the one, not the two, not the three, not the four But my favorite number's five Keep it live, represent the Tribe, ha ha ha ha And yo, we out like that Big shout to the Packers and Niners, 'cause no one do it finer Eagles, my man Rick Watters My man Marshall Faulk running things in Indianapolis You know'm'sayin', word up Pittsburgh Steelers, Jermoe Bettis, yeah yeah Kansas City Chiefs, who want beef? Just buggin'—NFL stands for "Not For Long" When you come with doodoo songs that ain't strong So get gone—son, what? A'ight, take me up outta here… |
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