Listening to a fair bit of music and seem to hear a few songs in recent times that have sport related lyrics or themes... here a few ben Harper in his new both sides of the gun cd, the song 'get it like you like it' has a Redsox/Johnny Damon lyric Belle and Sebastian - Mike Piazza song... a great song with great lyrics, including this great line "Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?"... not bad from a scottish band in stripes t-shirts and scarfs Decemberists - This Sporting Life Mountain Goats - Cubs in Five you have others
i heard one the other day from scarface's new album, which there are a lot of collaborations and i'm not sure which artist actually said it, but this being clutchfans i figure some may like it. "i'm ridin' on 22's, some call them clyde the glides"
Well Mr. Burns had done it, The power plant had won it, With Roger Clemens clucking all the while, Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile, While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile... We're talkin' softball... From Maine to San Diego. Talkin' softball... Mattingly and Canseco. Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw. Steve Sax and his run-in with the law. We're talkin' Homer... Ozzie and the Straw. We're talkin' softball... From Maine to San Diego. Talkin' softball... Mattingly and Canseco. Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw. Steve Sax and his run-in with the law. We're talkin' Homer... Ozzie and the Straw.
Jay Z had a song called La La La... There's a line in the song that goes: "And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets" Yao Ming." GO YAO! MVP 2007! 27 11 2 FG% .570 FT% .900
Mrs. Robinson And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo) God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey – hey hey hey) We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files We’d like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here’ to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo) God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey – hey hey hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It’s a little secret, just the Robinson’s affair Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids Coo coo ca choo, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo) God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey – hey hey hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates’ depate Laugh about it, shout about it When you’ve got to choose Ev’ry way you look at it you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo woo woo) What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson ‘Joltin Joe’ has left and gone away? (Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)
Basketball - Kurtis Blow Basketball Jones - Cheech and Chong World in Motion - New Order Backfield in Motion - ??? Mohammed Ali - ???
I'm the real deal baby, I aint no shady I swish all dem shots like Tracy McGrady Some Swishahouse song
Da Band (the P.Diddy group) has that one song where that guy Nes says, "Franchise like I played for the Rockets nig**". Also, Jay-Z has had quiet a few Rockets/Houston references since he started going out with Beyonce. Lil Wayne's Fireman, he says "addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton". Lil Flip's Game Over..."A franchise like the Houston Rockets, every eight months is when I usually drop it."
There's this one baseball song I heard a while back, called "Hardball" from the "Hardball" movie soundtrack: [Chorus 1: (Sammie)] Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball [Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back) Cuz they know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa Bubble gum, cards, and all the posters Y'all know i'd roast you when it's time to compete On the field, on the court, over any high beat And break, and you know it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy If your team's better mine, you really gotta show me Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back home Cuz I don't lose too much Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm playin Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound bout to pitch to me Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall [Chorus 2: (Sammie)] Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Strike three, ohh I got you out Without a doubt, I got you out Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball [Verse 2: Lil' Zane] This goes out to them jocks that stand on my jock, throwin the pop Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin ready to rock It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast baller with a curb Happy slidin home, tellin them friends it's in the third Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin what's false And what's true and uh, girl listen When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire See, we all got a base, and we hold our own But when I come up to bat, we can all come home And our fans cheers us on, cuz they know what the drill it's goin Out of the field and into your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over I'm in the dugout with my tounge out play a game over [Chorus 2: (Sammie)] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen They call me young Weezy, Rodriguez You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, and i think ya know And I keep the chrome bat swingin, slingin that at iron Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
SOUL IN THE HOLE - Third Bass Verse 1 Knowledge on the court, observin what is all around the light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step shook to the left, because the brother slept crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one switched my niche flip, he thought he had some grip But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world but I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor whether ballin, or callin out a sucker who is lookin for static, me grab it every chance I get one on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net this position isn't switchin, pitchin out a blind pass hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass Serch is my name, the game and my goal 3rd Bass settin soul in the hole Verse 2 Drip liquid, pick up a park pill enduce a hand over freeform with this skill spills are spun, a crossover break slice shook a brother the pavement says schemin on suicide to play post I slash first step.. I shook ya ass step to wayside, ain't no weak side Bassline I'm never givin, on the flipside grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya and after dark, I play the part of boot knocker twenty-four seven, always out to get some slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb a way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole an asphalt jungle, soul in the hole Verse 3 Point is in effect, callin for a play out lay out the plan, but your scammin for a way out figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one You know the outcome! point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin then you execute the score, then you fade away This fade has been played gave the gift swift, you just got self-made execute performance, the 3rd step perform this me and Pete, complete, like sex endurance tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse coachin but you're slouchin, you can't be first you want the rock? But you don't got the handle I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle face intense, you're sellin your soul just for the action of soul in the hole Verse 4 Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh slum onside stagnate you got next each day evident, parks brothers throw down one on one, it boils down to showdown spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip by his larceny, or petty theft Spectators move, lips into motion Pop ****, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean water runs, springs and I let it fly slide a weak side, into vein try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips three bases covered, as I dip deeper into repertoire, the Minister an innovator take a sphere and a mic and I'll step later under lamps of the Serch, cold shootin lava in the soul in the hole
DiMaggio was PISSED when this came out. He didn't understand that it was a metaphor used to describe a certain time and feeling in America. He approached Simon to tell him he was offended. Simon, who was a HUGE fan, had to explain and was said to have felt terrible about it.
VH1's "Behind the Music" with new hosts, BobFinn* & Jeff of the ClutchFans BBS. How about the Tag Team Rockets remix from 1994? excerpt - "Point blank, it's like money in the bank, Otis Thorpe to hole like a Bradley tank" Or the Hip-Hop Hoorah song remade to "The NBA-a-a-a-a, Ohhhhh, Heeyyyyy, Ohhhhh" complete with a Rockets edition... Or after the Rockets Back-to-Back in 1995, Shaggy's "Mr. Lover Lover" was redone to say "Houston Rockets fantastic, say we boombastic" and "Mr. Lover Lover... Slam Dunk ya' momma." And who can forget the 1986 hit, "Unbeatable" by the Dream himself (with help)? And then there was the death knell of all sports history... "Houston Oilers #1" -ugh. "We're in the air, we're on the ground. Always in control. And when you say 'the Oilers' you're talkin' Super Bowl." & "5,6,7,8! We're the best in the Lone Star State!" -puke-
this is a commercial for converse but i really liked the words. its done by mos def. "Before Mr. Taylor taught the world to play. Before fiberglass. Before parquet. Before the word "Doctor" was spelled with a "J". And ballrooms were ballcourts, where the Renaissance played. Before the hype and before the dunk. After the rhythm, but before the funk. Before the money. And before the fame. Before new school and old school. Before school had a name. It was only a ball and the... Soul of the game, Converse. The First School."
The Mountain Goats - Fall of the Star High School Running Back The Streets - Not Addicted (about gambling on soccer)
Yep, Joe also didn't like the part where Paul Simon was making $$$ from this song that used his name. LOL Iroc I bet between Jeff, R2K and myself, we could put together some damn good shows.
Akrobatik and Mr.Eon - Sportscenter good track. one of the lines says " Hittin strong like the swing of Mo Vaughn as the beat goes, ill have u bettin against your own team like u was Pete Rose" "like Moses, 4 4 4 is what im screamin!" he also has one about the Red Sox.
