[Verse] At Gladys Park, the ballers got the magic in the grip, Concrete jungle where the storylines flip. Nets go swish, ain’t no room for a miss, Bounce of the Spalding sounding off like a kiss. [Chorus] We the home of champions, the grind never fake, Sweat on the pavement, the moves that we make. West Coast flavor, let that sun drop a ray, From Skid Row to the rim, we ball every day. [Verse 2] Courtside clash, they throw hands in the zone, Handles so sick, you'd think they broke a bone. Streetlights flicker, but the heat never stops, Jump shots sing hymns, hear the rhythm of the blocks. [Chorus] We the home of champions, the grind never fake, Sweat on the pavement, the moves that we make. West Coast flavor, let that sun drop a ray, From Skid Row to the rim, we ball every day. [Bridge] No gym floors polished, just that weathered flat, Layups under stars, yeah, they can handle that. Chain nets rattlin', sound of glory inbound, No sponsors, no logos, just royalty found. [Verse 3] On that Gladys asphalt, warriors breed deep, Ball till the streetlights take a nap, fall asleep. Dirty kicks tell tales of battles fought raw, Legends carved dimensions above the law.
