May Day
May Day
From the lyrics of Dre Day
May Day from Doctor May and Flop Fishy Fish
Yeah, Mister Buster, where the fuck ya at?
Can't dunk a ball, so I know Kareem's ain't got your back
Your dick on hard, from fuckin the Buss dogs
The city you threw up with, players you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for this bobcat to school your ass, buster
Used to be a high school player, used to be a fan favorite
Now they wanna slap the gatorade out yo mouth
Buster bow down to the pro
Dunking on me, now I'm dunking on you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you flunk
Let me dunk, just another Laker punk
Yeah it's me so I'ma dunk on
Stompin on the bustiest courts that you get punked on
So strap on your Laker hat, your Buss
And watch your back cause you might get schooled, Bust
And pass the ball, and stay low-key
A.B. cause you lost all your teammate's love
Now call it what you want to
You tried to dunk on me, now it's a must that I dunk on you
Flop flop flop fishy fish fishy fish
Fishy Fish's in the motherfuckin house
Flop flop flop fishy fish fishy fish
Utah's in the motherfuckin house
Flop flop flop fishy fish fishy fish
The sounds of a fish brings me to another wish
Play with my ball, would ya Dimmy
It seems like you're good for makin turnovers for Mister Jimmy
But here's a Dimmy joke about your game that you might not like
I heard it ain't like Mike
But fuck your game, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Dim R E A P
Your game was loud, but your shot wasn't vicious
And them turnovers you were throwing were quite bootylicious
You get with Fishy Fish oh is he crazy?
With your coach and your captain hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you start
And if you fuck with May, Billy you're fuckin wit the Anti-Guard
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven when I flop on your court, beeyatch
Now understand this my bobcat May can't be touched
Vlad's bendin over, so Vlad's gettin fucked, Buster
Musta, thought I was a sucker
Or thought I was a bust cause I was drafted behind the Buster
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo May, whattup, check this Buster off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta play with
Gap in your roster so my game's gots to fit
With Jim Buss on ya tonsils
While ya on court playing at your wack-ass Staples
And I'ma post you up with my backside
To show you how Sean May likes his food fried
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma school you in Charlotte and dunk on you in Miami
Then we gon creep to the Staples
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls off my spin
Got my elbow to the side of this Laker hasbeen
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss May you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER