Dress up, bless up, step up and get it
Lace up, face up, I'm here to win it
It's for my city, and the team coming with me
Headed for the championship even if the road is long
Legends paved the way for us
Nothing in this world can take it from us
Don't underestimate our generation when you see us comin' for ya
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Put my competitors on high alert
I'm turning my blessing into their curse
Been a "Bad Boy" and I'm "Goin' to Work"
"Restoring" myself so I'm coming in first
Show 'em you fearless, pull up like Billups
They got it twisted just like a Phillips, shots from the bank uncle Phillip
They gotta feel us, lock'em down baby steal it
Fast break windmill it, baseline jumper kill it
Up fake bait gotta reel'em, Michael Jackson this a thriller
Corner 3 or the alley, Move like John "Spider" Salley,
They beat them boys out in Cali
Baton passed to Tayshaun, they beat them boys out in Cali
Heart of a champion, with a shot like Rip Hamilton, crossover dismantling
Gotta smile for the camera lens, Lindsey hunt 'em, then damage 'em
Bill Laimbeer with them hands again, gotta fight to win
Gotta box 'em out just like Rodman did
Do what Wallace did, Rasheed or Ben
Championship ring when the season ends
Gotta please the fans, lace 'em up Mason make the place erupt
A gracious flush, for the win is it fate or luck
The spirit of Detroit when they facing us
Like the Microwave stay heating up, Bad boys no policing us
Like Zeke be tough no crutch, from the top of the key be clutch
Defense Joe D that's us
Get up out ya seats we up, switch gears like a Piston do
Stop & shoot you got the cue, free throw gotta execute
No ref whistle, win or lose, give the best of you
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Downtown Deuce - Baton (feat. Pico Stacks) Lyrics
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Dress up, bless up, step up and get it
Lace up, face up, I'm here to win it
It's for my city, and the team coming with me
Headed for the championship even if the road is long
Legends paved the way for us
Nothing in this world can take it from us
Don't underestimate our generation when you see us comin' for ya
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Put my competitors on high alert
I'm turning my blessing into their curse
Been a "Bad Boy" and I'm "Goin' to Work"
"Restoring" myself so I'm coming in first
Show 'em you fearless, pull up like Billups
They got it twisted just like a Phillips, shots from the bank uncle Phillip
They gotta feel us, lock'em down baby steal it
Fast break windmill it, baseline jumper kill it
Up fake bait gotta reel'em, Michael Jackson this a thriller
Corner 3 or the alley, Move like John "Spider" Salley,
They beat them boys out in Cali
Baton passed to Tayshaun, they beat them boys out in Cali
Heart of a champion, with a shot like Rip Hamilton, crossover dismantling
Gotta smile for the camera lens, Lindsey hunt 'em, then damage 'em
Bill Laimbeer with them hands again, gotta fight to win
Gotta box 'em out just like Rodman did
Do what Wallace did, Rasheed or Ben
Championship ring when the season ends
Gotta please the fans, lace 'em up Mason make the place erupt
A gracious flush, for the win is it fate or luck
The spirit of Detroit when they facing us
Like the Microwave stay heating up, Bad boys no policing us
Like Zeke be tough no crutch, from the top of the key be clutch
Defense Joe D that's us
Get up out ya seats we up, switch gears like a Piston do
Stop & shoot you got the cue, free throw gotta execute
No ref whistle, win or lose, give the best of you
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Lace up, face up, I'm here to win it
It's for my city, and the team coming with me
Headed for the championship even if the road is long
Legends paved the way for us
Nothing in this world can take it from us
Don't underestimate our generation when you see us comin' for ya
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Put my competitors on high alert
I'm turning my blessing into their curse
Been a "Bad Boy" and I'm "Goin' to Work"
"Restoring" myself so I'm coming in first
Show 'em you fearless, pull up like Billups
They got it twisted just like a Phillips, shots from the bank uncle Phillip
They gotta feel us, lock'em down baby steal it
Fast break windmill it, baseline jumper kill it
Up fake bait gotta reel'em, Michael Jackson this a thriller
Corner 3 or the alley, Move like John "Spider" Salley,
They beat them boys out in Cali
Baton passed to Tayshaun, they beat them boys out in Cali
Heart of a champion, with a shot like Rip Hamilton, crossover dismantling
Gotta smile for the camera lens, Lindsey hunt 'em, then damage 'em
Bill Laimbeer with them hands again, gotta fight to win
Gotta box 'em out just like Rodman did
Do what Wallace did, Rasheed or Ben
Championship ring when the season ends
Gotta please the fans, lace 'em up Mason make the place erupt
A gracious flush, for the win is it fate or luck
The spirit of Detroit when they facing us
Like the Microwave stay heating up, Bad boys no policing us
Like Zeke be tough no crutch, from the top of the key be clutch
Defense Joe D that's us
Get up out ya seats we up, switch gears like a Piston do
Stop & shoot you got the cue, free throw gotta execute
No ref whistle, win or lose, give the best of you
And when you knock me down, I'm getting back up
Cause when I step on the floor, you know your time's up
I'm on my way up, and I'm not gonna stop
We headed straight to the top, and I know
I gotta face it
I got no time to waste it
It's my time now
Hand me the Baton
Me and my aces
Through adversity we chase it
It's our time now
Hand me the Baton
Writer: Ralph Clarke, Derek John
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid