[Verse One] Who's gonna stop me when I'm dribbel in the rock Even coaches tell their big man, to move out the middle when I'm cuttin through the key, blow pass you and proof your D. Your in the zone I'll shoot the three You ain't man to man I'll shake the mascot of your jersey And leave you in the stands with fans All the players on the bench like: "He aint dunkin.." But when the kid flies through the lane the D. ain't jumpin He can't stop me, it's too eazy, cross over of the glass windmill for sheezy If he double team I'll jam on both of ya Cluck your back, make you and your man a poster And1 stay in your coach-up Even he knows I'm gonna hit both of the freak dose And I'm on D. You can find me around the boards You know how we play E.A. 2004
[Chorus] (Scratches) Who's gonna stop me when I'm dribble in the rock The Game in a frap rag He can't stop me, it's too easy The Game in a frap...frap rag Who's gonna stop me when I'm dribble in the rock The Game in a frap...frap rag You can't....can't stop me Cluck your back, make you and your man a poster
[Verse Two] It don't matter if it's practise or franchise mode I'll get three, standing backwards with my Dumars clothes We can be on a home court, or out on the road I'm outta control, tomahawk Get outta that hoe I'm realer than most players, when I'm in the post player It don't matter, sky hook or ?? the roll-lay-up When I'm puttin the J. up You'll better have a hand on my chest Or the soft-leather is going straight through the net It ain't about ofence, I'll play D. in a post So quick your pointguard'll think he's seeing a ghost With the ball in the third row everytime I'll block-shot There's gonna be a turnover, they ain't watchin the shot-clock Throw the alley-hoop I'ma dunk with a lean in and Steal the inbound pass, the rock can get my team in it And I don't care about stats aslong as my team's winning And we're celebrateing in the locker room when we finish