(Intro – ad-libs) Yeah, yeah… Hands up, no gloves, just vibes… Don’t flinch now, ayy… We slap boxin’, what up? ⸻ (Verse 1) Out on the block where we learned our pride, Couple homies in a circle, no fear inside. Talkin’ tough, laughin’ loud, can’t let it slide, One swing too wide—man, he caught me by surprise! Crowd go “oooh!”, now we all in a stance, Feint left, pop right, lil’ body-roll dance. No hate, just the code, keep it real, no chance, But the back-slap came fast, caught me off balance! ⸻ (Hook) We just slap box (yeah), no pain, just play, Till somebody catch one the wrong kinda way. We just slap box (ayy), watch what you say, He spun ‘round slick—back-slap, that’s cray! ⸻ (Verse 2) Lesson learned quick, can’t sleep on the block, Gotta keep them hands up, never trust that talk. He smiled, said “love, bro,” then hit that bop, But the crowd went wild when that hand went pop! No ring, no ref, just heart and fun, Till the shock hit hard, now the game half-done. Still brothers at the end, when the sunset spun, We laugh ‘bout it later like, “Boy, you won!” ⸻ (Hook) We just slap box (yeah), no pain, just play, Till somebody catch one the wrong kinda way. We just slap box (ayy), watch what you say, He spun ‘round slick—back-slap, that’s cray! ⸻ (Bridge) No beef, no hate, just the code we keep, From the block to the court, where the memories sleep. Every hit just a moment, no scars too deep, ‘Cause we brothers in the ring, where the rhythm repeat. ⸻ (Outro) Slap boxin’ days, where we learned to stay strong, Ain’t about the fight, it’s the bond all along. So if you step up, just don’t stay wrong, ‘Cause that back-slap comin’ if you talk too long… Ha!
