50 Best Lil Wayne Sports References

"Come on mama, let the Carter make ya/Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape ya/They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature/Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton/Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line/Been running for too long, it's time to gimme mine"

"Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott/Fresh out the ESPN shop/And when SportsCenter poppin' everything stoppin'/But you can't fool me, I know what you watching/Me! You watch me, you watch me, cause I be/Weezy, must see, T.V, C3"

"‘Cause Wayne win and they lose/I call them April babies, ‘cause they fools/And when they snooze, we up/Feet up, like a paraplegic/Or paraplegic? I parallel park/In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk/Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove/Now all my Bloods scream 'Soo woo' and 'Da da do'"

"Hilton presidential suite already/I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy/I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday/I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy/Oscar de la Hoya, box ya like a casket/Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'/See, my style it varies, like drugs in an alley"

"So aware, I'm so prepared/I'm so fly I will take off into the open air/Lift-off, Cristal/Please, crackers with cheese/Nigga, please, we on J-E-Ts/Like Curtis Martin in white and green/I'm lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing/No Reggie man"

"Got the bullets coming out the pump/Running through your stomach back like a running back/I ain't got the Emmit Smith, bitch, I got the Dorsett/AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy/Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born/Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy/Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck/With they fucking mouths up, south up!"

"They like, 'Yes, master, You're the best master'/My hoes need me, I'm like test answers/You don't need me, you might catch cancer/Come back from treatment looking like Van Exel/No, I don't like bald head hoes/I like a long haired diva with the boss ass goals/I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go/He too proud, I go where your boy can't go"

"And I got some really big wings/Flying over New Orleans/I pull some really big strings/My wingspan like Yao Ming/My eyes tight like Yao Ming/I smoke some really big greens/I sip the whole sixteen/I saw a mill' at 15"

"Alter a nigga, Nina talk to a nigga/Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga/I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga/Shot ugly but my arch right; come on dog, bark, bite/Fork in the road, I'm always going right/Nowadays knowing life ain't no more road lights"

"Yeah, like dat, just like dat, right back/I'm on that money train, and that Mac'll knock 'em off track/The quarterback, well protected from the Warren Sapp/The young heart attack/I spit that cardiac"

"I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing/If you sell a million records, we could battle for your money/I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday/Watch a football game and bet it all on one play/Still stuntin', baby, yes I'm still flossin'/Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it"

"No pocket knife, no handgun in sight/Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!/Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price/Cause to each its own and the lights is bright/And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight/I'm from Cita house big momma's house/She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out"

"Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove/Tell 'em bout my last show/Tell 'em bout my last ho/You know, just born to mack/Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back/I'm in my prime, niggas falling back/That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack/Feel me"

"I'm sorry I was grooving/Gotta love that laid-back Mannie Fresh music/But let's get back to what we were doing/Laid-back in that black on plat Ewing's/That's 33 tires he fire/These streets ain't papaya, ma"

"I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again/That's because you throw a five I pitch a 10/Now she wanna get inside of me 66/She sees that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan/She say she love her man she misses him/But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)/I'm her long distance pimp"

"Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans/Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets/A country boy in something foreign/'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in/You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles/Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples"

"Young desperado, straight out the grotto/I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow/Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino/Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano/It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?/Nigga, I've been getting my share in like Sonny Bono"

"Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that/Heh, fuck around and make your face crack/I know niggas that, shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack/Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat!/You can't take that? Well, I can't take back/Where I come from so I learned how to make that"

"You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch/And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick/These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin'/I gotta bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey/When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin'/And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens"

"Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss/Inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost/How bout that exhaust, and my funky cold Modena/I make that ho tip toe like a ballerina/I'm the Miami fever, in that Miami Heat/I been in Miami water, I'm like a Florida Marlin/But I come from New Orleans nigga we still strong/And my money real long, real real real long"

"I ain't tryin’ to fall in love, I ain't tryin’ get engaged/You can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead/Every time I'm tryin’ to leave she beggin’ me to stay/And I politely fade away like my name was M.J./And she wrote me a note, guess what that note says?/Well, I hope you still like me but I go both ways/And then I say Oh, then I say, 'Okay'/Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J."

"Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition/I push that Maserati to the limit/Zig zaggin' through that traffic like Emmitt/I tell them niggas hurry and buy/And if you dry snitch you'll get burried alive/Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do/I keep a bad bitch skatin' like New-New"

"Shine so hard like the fucking sun facing me, basically/Take it how you take it, I be making you be hating me/Loving me but hating me, ho you got to pay for me/Riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks/Every time I park, it's a motherfucking car show/I guess I'm the number one Lakers fan/Yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag"

"Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies/That Desert Eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy/I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money/I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin/I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats/They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white/Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it/Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent"

"Can I get a mic or a mic and a half? The Source owe me/Shout out to the editing staff/I'm all grown, so much better with math/I need a spread in the Forbes taking a Benjamin bath, yeah/I'm servin' this track like, Steffi Graf, yeah/Roger Federer, there's no competitors/Niggas know my rhetoric; bitches know my preference"

"Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby/Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the Cannon/Listen close, I got duct tape and rope/I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons/One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy/That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me/Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming/Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach"

"Rappers talking 'bout me but I don't give a hoot/These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth/Talk tough til I knock off your kuf/And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof/They hating on me, I'm just trying to be Weezy/Just like Young Jeezy in a lima bean 'ghini/Smoked out my mind baby, now I'm seeing 3-D/Dope boy fresh, from my fitted to my DCs"

"In the middle of the war, where my enemy at?/I'm running this bitch like Eric Bieniemy back/'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack/The instruments are crying out 'Where the sympathy at?'/Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back/Whatever legends look like, bitch I'm fin' to be that"

"No homo, let em get they queer on/No commercial, I just take the Leer home/My girl, she get her Pam Grier/She don't touch me, I got cashmere on/I ballin', you just Erick Dampier, dawg/I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on"

"It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery/Leave it to the flow, we gettin dough like a bakery/I don't really want to, but these niggas makin' me/Put a motherfucker on ice, like the Maple Leafs/That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team/But I'm a champion, where's the fuckin Rocky theme"

"She love to rock the mic, she say there's nothing like performing/Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman/Forewarning: Young Money’s on/And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn/Yeah, take that to the bank with ya/I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures/Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin/Whole country in recession, but Wayne different"

"Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promise tomorrow/Now women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra/Flute rolling killer plants, the little tune shop of horror/And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocara"

"Quarterback shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards/Bitch I ball hard, breaking all the backboards/Pretty Boy Floyd: step up I will crack yours/And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors/Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall/Tiger Woods all these hoes try and birdy these balls/And the Porsche 911 like emergency calls/Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls"

"Dr. Carter, fuck her harder/All my homies bald, nigga, and guess what? I'm the barber/I'm too high, if I come down my fat pocket's my shock absorber/Like Hank Gathers I'mma die a baller/You flamin' faggots put him out with water/Ugh! See that's that shit I don't like/Knock off your whole left side, now you all right"

"Money on my mind I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch/I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin' throat itch/Stop stuntin' if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'/Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan/Shit get real if ya scared go to Catholic school/And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room"

"The presidential double R, call that Ronald Reagan/I fuck your bitch, we come together call that congregating/I be balling on these niggas, Sports Illustrated/Tough in the streets, but you in the court with a statement/Ain’t that a bitch, man, kill everybody but the babies/Give that bitch nigga the blues 'til he fucking navy"

"Real nigga all day and tomorrow/But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke/Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya/Try me and run into a wall; outfielder/You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights/The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe"

"Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money/Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan/Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black Chucks/Hollywood shotgun
Watch me make it act up/Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black/Red light, press a button, make the top faint back"

"Shake the whole game like the hit-stick nigga/Money spread like germs: get sick nigga/Yea, and fuck them other niggas/1-900 who want it? I deliver/Concrete shoes won't help in the river/I don't care if you was Michael Phelps, my nigga"

"Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys/Probly watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn/Yeah, where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy/I was prolly at the fight bringin' out Floyd"

"You turn hoes off I take those on/A Magnum latex goes on the pace goes on/I take a bitch to a island you take a ho to the mall/I holler once and shake a ho to the off position/I gotta gun I keep with me under all conditions/'Cause I'ma entertainer slash small physician/Kordell Stewart in ball conditions/I come to ya'll town and brawl under ya'll conditions"

"You niggas ain't balling/Real talk, you niggas can't guard me/Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan/From the side, like Spike at the Garden/I got the hardest bars, call me the Warden/Yeah, excuse me, pardon/I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding/Bitch I'm Cole, not dude off Martin/Pockets just fat, like the Klumps and Norbit"

"I got blood brothers bitch, I ain't got no pals/I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's/I'm a paper chasin' dog, check my toenails/And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal/More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre/I been shot two times, just wipe that off/But I thank you for putting me right back, Lord"

"If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position/Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen/Copped a big boy Porsche with all the specifics/And I keep that torch, baby call me Olympics/Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts/And never give a bitch money, blood or kidneys/When the gun goes 'Pow,' I be at the finish/With my medal round my neck, autograph on my tennis"

"Reportin' live from the booth/I'm killin' these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth/Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice/I was once a spark, into a flame it grew/I don't complain to you, don't complain to me/Everbody got beef and I just came to eat/I'm in the game for keeps, if you in my lane I beep/I been runnin this shit and I ain't neva sprained my knee"

"You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit/Runnin' so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch/The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch/And you know I'm gonna score like Deion after picks/I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning after dick/And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it"

"Guess he got all the answers, and I got all the verses/My Benzo got no ceilings, but the windows came with curtains/So me and G swervin, me and G swerve/I keep the double R, me and Steve Kerr/Popping these percs like I'm on injury reserve/And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur"

"I pour up so much they call me Pour Baby/Kush man, I need a sack like Charles Haley/Sipping to the Big Moe, I'm the Barr baby/Sip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing/My long days give me short patience/My heart vacant, awards taken/What in tarnation, no information/No statements, Young Mula, old mula, mula all ages"

"Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot/Bop, bop, then I'll pull off and wave goodbye/I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die/My niggas wild like Omega Psi/My bitches screaming, 'Ooh la la'/I tell my demons 'Kumbaya'/Them sticks go 'Boo-ya-ka!"/Make a nigga say, 'Uhh, na-na-na-na-na'"

"I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA/I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage/I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah/Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah/Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there/Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair/I see y'all ain't playin' fair/I see you, you layin' there"