Marcia Millett - Beat L.A. Song | Текст песни

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• Beat L.A. Song

Pass, Pass, Shoot the bawl.
L.A. Lakers gonna fall.

Steve Nash at his best.
Amare Slams; beats his chest.

Lou trys to break free
Channing Frye shoots a three

Richardson scores a lot
Drajic gives it all he’s got.

Alvin Gentry calls a play.
Be aggressive all day.


Kobe Bryant makes a scoul
The Ref just called him on a foul.

Robin Lopez standing tall.
Trys to steal and get the ball

Stars, stars all around.
Dudley grabs the rebound.

(Jack) Nicholsons got a frown,
The Suns are gonna win the crown.

Phil Jackson wonders why
The Suns will win, and then he crys.

Derek Fischer flops on the ground.
Reminds me of a circus clown.

L.A. fans are very proud.
But Phoenix fans are more loud.

Drive the lane, make a screen.
The Suns are working as a team.

L.A.’s got a lot of height.
But that don’t give the Suns a fright.

Show your Defense, bring your game
These Lakers we have got to tame.

Pau Gasol runs out of gas.
Bynum needs to take a class.

Kobe Bryant on the line.
Misses and he starts to whine.

L.A. thinks they’ve got it made.
Until they meet the Suns parade.

The Suns are gonna win the West.
When they pass the L.A. test

Go Phoenix Suns, Go Phoenix Sun

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