Sold / black gold   One strong buck   To the milwaukee bucks   For a million bucks   Just get em off the street   So he don't get bucked   Super agent to rescue   So he won't get fucked   Ya run nigger run   To the auction block   But you can't pledge alliegance   To the block   This buck right here   The right kind a stock   For sale for passin   The right kind a rock   Auctioneer stern to massa falk   Can a nigga go home   Where he used to walk   Come back but super agent   Said you can't talk   I didn't know basketball had a balk   The buck run laps   While they run craniums   Players be drainin em   Owners be claimin em   Super agents framin em   Then nicknamin em   Tra win their ass   To be packin them stadiums   In the players ear   Word for word verbatim   Super agent got em locked   Coaches be hatin em   Super agent wouldn't even   Come in my hood   If I had no skills   Was wack and no good   In my neck of the woods   The leagues concrete   And one can only dream about wood   Yeah deal the grade   Let the bills get paid   Pay respect to the projects   And the half-court rejects   Scholarship save that college   Shit   Them championships   Don't pay for the head trips      Fuck the trophy   Find the loot   Then approach me   Land of milk and honey   Can I get a quickness   To the money   Or a witness four ______ years   I ain't wit this   Hell with the ncaa ____ / because   My super agents paid   With his dollars I can buy a fuckin college   Miss the rah rah campuses   And keep the school buses   Lookin who's lovin ya   Goin for the jugular   They know they can't   Contain me on the regular   Pimps, pushers   Pocketbook guzzler   Would you pardon my father   Mr. governor   Thought he had it made   Dreamin about a trade   The thanks we get   Put the roof on this bitch   Dark side of the room   When he jumped the broom   Super agent got this player   Nine-figure wages   Back of sports pages   Off ghetto stages   Shootin sleepin pills   And runnin to the hills   Starmaker makin stars   Hockin burgers and cars   Superstar   How you get to where you are      Chorus   Chillin off the court   See the nigga got bought   Got kicked out the sport   Unseen hand made em   Kiss the ass of the man   One cursed the flag   Everybody ran   Super agent where are you now?    Have you found another brother   To be your cow   Cause you fumbled my shit   And dropped the ball   You won't even answer my call      Bridge   Can I get a chance   If I don't sing or dance   Write about romance   Or wear short pants   So I rave and rant   You can't say I can't   Get my grants   Col chillin in a b boy stance