Lil Wayne – Sportscenter Lyrics

Sportscenter

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"Sportscenter." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:37 pm

Album: Walk It Off

Track No: 07

My favorite TV shows, man
There's SportsCenter, ESPN News, Pardon the Interruption
Um, Around the Horn
Uh, Quite Frankly, um, Outside the Lines
Uh, uh, Baseball Tonight
You know what I mean?
I watch sports, dog
That's basically, that's what I'm tryna say
I watch sports, man, that's what I'm into
Sports, sports, sports, every sport
Hockey, golf, basketball, football, of course, baseball
You know what I mean?
I got a favorite team, a favorite player in every single sport
I'm not gon' answer those questions
Let's go
Matt, what up?
(That was my phone)
Shoutout to Boogie Brown (Gangsta Grizillz)
Janeice, I see you (I ain't cut it off, I just hung up)
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards (yeah)
Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" (Yes) The president, yeah, me, no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double-dare me, hear me?
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" The president, yeah, me, no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly? Rats aren't near me
Wire-tap **** get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast, fear-free "Dear grief"
Catch up, bitch, I'm in gear three
Zoom, gone, see you, peace, drop one finger (Gangsta)
Yeah, fuck 'em and whoever made 'em
I will hurt whoever love 'em, 'cause I hate 'em
Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I don't know how a **** made it
She gave me relations, so, now, we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
I waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light?
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
That the Source owe me? Shout out to the editing staff, yeah
I'm all grown, so much better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes taking a Benjamin bath, yeah
I'm serving this track, like Steffi Graf, yeah
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
**** know my rhetoric, bitches know my preference
Young God, baby, all them other **** reverends
Sittin' in my big house, surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds
Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallys, yeah, yeah
(Dramatic, Dramatic) this is especially for you
Just respect a **** game, what kind of referee is you?
Swallow your whistle, make a **** ride with the pistol
'Cause the fakest **** ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you, yeah
Now, I feel it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape, 'cause I be with gorillas, yeah (Gangsta, Gangsta)
He what they talking 'bout, topic of the conversation
Product of determination, yeah
Stop playing, you are not up in my situation
I get money like a Caucasian
The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin'
Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent, yeah
Wait a minute, let me translate it
It's "Weezy Not-The-Father Motherfuckin' Baby

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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