Barry White – Basketball Jones lyrics

Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby
Oh, oh

(Jones)
Hey, that's Barry White
(An obsession, a burning desire)
Barry, you want some chicken
(The undeniable passion)
Aw, you that singin' stuff
(The love, of someone are some thing)
Y'know you want some chicken
(Yes, he was a victim of a Basketball Jones)
In fact, I was a baddes dribbler in the whole world
(Then one day, his mother bought him a basketball)
And I love that basketball
I took that basketball everywhere I went
You know what that basketball was like a basketball to me
C'mon, you cheerleaders

Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones (happily)
I got a Basketball Jones oh baby oh

Wait a minute, y'all not En Vouge
Where the hell is En Vogue
Somebody told me En Vogue was gonna be here
I guess y'all'll do (yeah)
So what y'all doin' after the game, c'mon

(His basketball was like a member of his own family)
In fact, better looking than my brother Tony
Didn't owe me money, and didn't piss in a bed
And after the game, I always took a shower wit' my basketball
Every now and then, the basketball gonna pinch my butt
But I didn't mind, cause my and my basketball had guts, clean fun
See I am a victim of a Basketball Jones,
I'll take my basketball everywhere
I'll even put my basketball under the pillow
(Maybe that's why you couldn't sleep at night)

Sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it like ya wanna
(Yeah) eh-eh-eh, act like Puffy's in the audience
(Sing it out) would y'all shut up
(Oh, sounds so sweet) Barry, don't encourage 'em
They got a Basketball Jones
See I like to play it, I know a thang, yeah, heh-heh
What kinda Basketball Jones y'all got (sing it out)
I see y'all runnin' after a lime zone
Yeah (yeah)
I see ya chasin' Penny around

Michael Jordan, Michael Jordan
Ladies and gentleman, the man we came out to see
Michael Jordan, why don't you sing

Sing, I don't sing, that's the other M.J.

Oh, okay, I support you
I go to all your games, and you can't sing a lil' song for a brotha
I hope you go bald, oh, you already bald

Basketball Jones, c'mon
I got a Basketball Jones
(Tear it up, Chris)
I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby
(Eat it up)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Was that Babyface
Was that El Debarge
That musta' been Smokey Robinson
Who the hell was that
I guess that was me

(Baby, baby, baby, it's a craving)
Basketball's a chicken
(An uncontrollable yearning)
Do y'all hear Barry White, do y'all hear Barry White
(The overwhelming emotion to a love for someone are some thing)
I love The Knicks, myself
(Jones) Hey, is the a basketball in the house
Is there a basketball in the house
(A Rib Jones)

Everybody (yeah)
Pat Riley, in the house
Mitch Rechman's in the house
Scottie Pippen, in the house
Turn it out, without a doubt
A-Larry Johnson, in the house
David Robinson, turn it out
Dennis Rodman, in the house
Wit' green hair, without a doubt, c'mon
(Gotta Basketball Jones)
Eh, Michael, can your play
Don't get mad at me, Michael,
I just asked you simple question
Does your woman got game
Alright, alirght, I'll leave you alone then
You goin' tryin' to be a bully (you go it)
Bob Costas's in the house
Dr. J, in the house
Bill Walten, in the house
Sheryl Miller, in the house
Bugs Bunny, in the house
Elmer Fudd, in the house
Tweety Bird, what 'cha heard
Pass the word, Tweety Bird
Sylvester, my broth-a
No oth-a, undercov-a
Everybody plays basketball
Mike Tyson, shoots the ball, (damn right)
Against the wall, makes it fall
My mama plays basketball
Charles Bark-lay, in the house
Kenan Anderson, in the house
Shawn Kemp, gon' turn it out
Jack Nicholson, in the house
Courtside, wit-out a doubt
(He's never gonna give it up, never walk away)
Spike Lee, in the house
Chillin', without a doubt