Sold, black gold, one strong buck,
To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks.
Just get him off the streets so he don't get bucked.
Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked.
Uh, run nigga run to the auction block.
But you can't pledge allegiance to the block.
This buck here, is the right kinda stock.
For sale for passin', the right kinda rock.
Yo. Auctioneer Stern, to massive fuck.
Can a nigga go home to where he used to walk?
Come back, but super agent said, "You can't talk"
I didn't know basketball had a bauk.
Uh the Buck runs laps, while they run craniums.
Players be drainin' 'em, owners be claimin' 'em.
Super agents fraimin' 'em and then nicknamin' 'em.
Drainin' they ass, to pack them stadiums.
(Super agent, where are you now?)
(Super agent, where are you now?)
(Super agent, where are you now?)
(Backstabbin') super agent,
(Super agent, where are you now?)
The players ear word for word verbatim.
Super agent got him locked.
Super agent wouldn't even come in my hood.
If I had no skills, was wackin' no good.
Uh, in my neck of the woods the leagues concrete.
One can only dream about wood, yea.
Feel the grain and let the bills get paid.
Pay respect to the projects,
And the half court rejects.
Scholarships, save that college shit.
Then championships, don't pay for the head trips.
Can I get a chance if I don't sing or dance?
Right about romance? Or wear short pants?
So I rave and rant, and you can't say I can't,
Get my grants, cold chillin in a b-boy stance.
(Super agent, where are you now?)
(Super agent, where are you now?)