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(Murphy Lee)
Jay Feilder hurt his hip hop
cuz he hopped and got hit
He's a quarterback with too much zip to get it picked
He's so miami
Just ask his grand-mommy
He didn't want to play quarterback no mo' so he tried some oragami
He's baby QB one of the best of the QBs
Pocket QB, option QB, smoothies like Bob Cousy
(who's he?)
Home of travis Minor
And restaurants like the Miami Diner
And special korners with his dawg Ralph Kiner
The cheerleaders are the best flappin their pom poms
After Jay Z throws Chris C a long bomb bomb
All got senior prom proms
but Jay was big pimpin' his mom
got too excited and she told him to calm
Miami's the truth like Paul Pierce
Their D-line is straight gatorade, it's fierce
I tried to tell you not to cut Trace Armstrong because he's ancient
Without permission from Ricky Williams' agent

Pro Playas have a gift to play harder
that gets them the flow like bottled water
Ya'll are chumps, you need to get smarter
Just because you can't jump like vince carter

(Kyjuan)
From Jay Feild to Jay Will or J-Dub
Rollin on a rookie contract and ridin on killa dubs
Jay Will won't hesitate to shoot the pill
And give the lonely chitown crowd a thrill
The L's got to recognize, his moves are ill
and he can flat out pay the Bill
gettin' it done like Mr. Gates
while watchin Tyson Chandler pump five pound weights
So what, Tyson's not strong
He's got more game than Zhi Zhi Wang
But not more hops than Gilbert Arenas
Night after night sellin' out arenas
Golden State fans laughin like hyenas
But hey, thats just the way Pro playas are Styles P gettin by
and how picks are returned for touchdowns by Dr. Dr