Story Behind the Song
27-5 record going into the tourney, my season seats at Lower HH, 4,4, that fine Rainbow Dancer with her hair braided in the front (still don't know her name), and 9,000 screaming UH fans. Savo, Mikee, M-Daug, this is for y'all!!!
Lyrics
"In Tha 808" written, produced, and performed by MiC-T
With a
32 in hand the man that yells GO BOWS Ma-
noa where ya know I got the stone cold flows
Who be them bad b-ballers that you seen tonight
Favored by 17 tonight the boys in green and white it's
Deja vu when its Predrag who drops
22 a game on your mainland school, you'll
perish like Smith at the Sheriff, be care-
less and leave the Stan embarrassed
Savo goes swish from a Mark C. dish from a
Shimonovich board from your miss
Mark Campbell more handles than a bike, never
seen a "D" he couldn't dismantle in his life, you
cannot extinguish on fire Carl English he can
finish with the best of them the rest of them diminish, a
slasher, board crasher, and a shooter P-Mart is the
future and the present, on point like a suture
We ball in the 808 shots
We call in the 808 watch
3's fall in the 808 cold
flows and the 'Bows in the 5-0 State, We
regulate in the 808 and we
in ya face in the 808 when we
on ya case in the 808 and the
Stan is the place we represent UH
Hono-
lulu's where it's happenin' it's MiC-T rappin', the
'Bows shoot the Sheriff lights out like Eric Clapton, the
Top 25 is just a rep to me, the truth will set ya
free, the 'Bows will set ya straight like a recipe
M-DOG!!! BIG man shooters touch drain a
J or a heavy flush, hit him in the clutch
Mikee's the Mac, deep 3's when it's tense
WAC Player of the Week from the BENCH! who's
deeper than Davey Jones' Locker we got your
offense locked down like John Lindh Walker
We break presses like Oprah breaks dresses our
"D" is like a swarm of killer bees that's aggressive
Tony Paul Milos Lance
Ryne Josh Gabe Dan to the
playas on the bench to the ballas in the stands just
HOLLA HOLLA like Coach Wallace, the man
USA, Canada, Yugoslavia, Lithuania, Israel, S. Africa, Nigeria,
We comin' afta ya!
chorus
It's the
5-0 State with more love than you can measure, West-
ern Athletic Conference under pressure
NC double A's we'll walk the walk for sure, let's get 'em
up, we hit 'em up like Tupac Shakur (RIP), for
us to represent the world, that's vital, in the
land of surf, sun, and sand and the WAC Title, it's
us against you and we'll prove who's greater, don't
hate us if your team folds like a newspaper, our
killer cheerleaders are sharper than shears, more
flavor than the garlic french fries at Gordon Biersch, the
Rainbow Dancers are fine, that one's a goddess (hair braided in the front), no sur-
prise 'cause Hawaii's girls are the hottest, Ha-
waii Basketball, kid, we ain't no joke
bet against the 'Bows the fastest way to go broke, if
you don't love the underdogs from the underground you're
gonna get upset when we come around
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