Story Behind the Song
This song was inspired by the six-time world champion Chicago Bulls.
Lyrics
IT'S GAME TIME
(Make this happen from the beginning, baby, let’s go do it…
What time is it? Game Time, huh!)
For all the real players, governors and mayors
Bricklayers, we run past ya like Gale Sayers
Nay-Sayers, come across like playa haters
Jealous of the creator, and those who create the money makers
Your woman's ugly, you know my lady's lovely
Wine and dine her with roses and bubbly
My game is blazing, I keep it flamin' hot
Rock the spot, send a shot out to my homies on the block
Got the Dub-B, rollin’ in the Snoopmobile (word)
Hittin' switches, drop the top, bouncin' wheel to wheel
Crusin' down State, looking great, we’re high rollin'
You can’t roll with mine unless yours is stolen
Call me the baker, 'cause I roll the dough in
Call you the crook, 'cause they called the Po-Po in
Back in the hood, my credit's good, they call me the King
Not Elvis, but Jimmy to the C, the K to the I-N-G
Get on your knees, bow down, and kiss my ring
Feel my flow, Hear me roll, or smell the sting
Check the score, down on the floor, it's 84-4
We beat ya straight up and then we out the door,
Unless you still want more, we can settle the score
Wegobombers comin’ at ya with the hardcore
Full court pressure, rough, radical, and of course, the raw
So what ya gonna when your back's against the wall?
You can't stall, mama ain't home for you to call
Just shoot the damn ball, my rhyme can't wait for all y'all
It's Game Time!
CHORUS:
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
Check it out…
Everybody's know my DJ Lights the bass kicks
Drop a beat so complex, they call the Matrix
Spinnin' tracks, number one way to get chicks
Do some tricks, like a little (Shicka-Shicka) behind the back mix
So check the game, we always come with the old school, G
What's my name? J-I-double M-Y to the C
A guilty plea? Not even the truth can set you free
'Cause the truth is your broke (fool!) you can't hang with me
For 10 years, I listened to all of the rap classics
Worked the craft until I got that craft mastered
Mixed a little skill with some Jedi magic
Leave a crowd in a trance, dancin’ to my rap hit
The Force is strong with this new kid, call me Annakin
My beats can breathe the life into any mannequin
It's the man again, so good it must be a damned sin
Spin to win, sit tight, the game's about to begin
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
Say Kids What Time Is It? What Time Is It? It's Game Time, Huh!)
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