作词 : Thomas Higgins
作曲 : Barrie Dixon
Shoot your shot put your ball in the hoop
Wether you ball on the bus or you ball in coupe
Wether your fall for the lust or you fall for the truth
We all born to win we ain’t born to loose x2

Rock Paper Scissors on the block living,
Hot women, hop scotch skipping, pop shot trippin
Pot grippin ,pot luck dippin, hot wuk flippin,Cooking hot books on the kitchen while we fry chicken
only taking what your not given,
whats sinning ,when Satan serving every top mission
.Michelin star, michelle oboma, whipping the car,
Whipping the jar, strong grip on the arm

See the ink that’s adorning my skin, send a warning shot to these water drops that my paper is thin
Tell the waiter that we tasting the gin,
Tell the ner sayers that my patients is slim,
My face on the the timb,
If she’s with Jugz she’s never been trim,
Rest your head on my chin, the rest can’t amount  to a leg or a limb
Split the bread, take the the fish head and pick out the cheek, like a stem to weedhead
I pick out the weak,

Rock Paper Scissors, triple six thriller,
tip driller, every role is the same like Dick Miller,
Big tipper, the tip will fill her, sip vanilla,
Sasperella, Sasquatch, thick gorilla
Swim the river, river Phoenix, reinstate my liver
Life giver, Lime sprite sipper, lime slice sliver
Sly Stone, no stairs a slide in my home,
Sliding home in the caddy brome,
diamond and chrome,

Six three, with a sixty fee, perform live for sixty minutes, 40 waist pockets fit the p,
Let the rocket off, rock you to sleep, Rocking the heat, rocking fleece, beats rock in the beat
Giallo and Jugz, Karl Khani, carving the wood,
Bars for the thugs, cars bang bar and the clubs
Split the bread, take the the fish head and pick out the cheek, like a month to a day how I pick out the week.