[Verse 1: old-school 1980s block-party MC male, shouted on the beat with the cowbell] Twelve noon at the park, it's a hundred in the shade Big Dre and his four got the court on parade They been holdin' it since breakfast, they ain't lost a game Every team that steps on, they send it home in shame So I walk up to the fence and I put my hand up high And I holler out "I got next!" and Dre just laughed, "Why?" 'Cause my squad ain't pretty, got a mailman and a cook Got a kid in his church shoes and a man who reads a book And my cousin with the knee brace who can't jump no more But we got one thing they don't, we ain't been on the floor [Hook: old-school MC, shouted, the scratches cuttin' in] I got next! I got next! Been callin' it since noon, and I ain't broke a sweat You can hold the court all day, but you can't hold your breath I got next! I got next! [Verse 2: faster, the slap bass poppin' under every line] One o'clock, the barbers came, I said "Y'all go ahead" Two o'clock, the firehouse, I said the same thing that I said Three o'clock, the church league, four o'clock, the cops Every crew that came through, I just gave 'em my spot Big Dre's lookin' at me like "What's wrong with this guy?" Five o'clock, six o'clock, sweat is pourin' in his eye Seven, eight, the sun goes down, they still ain't lost a game But every game they win, they gotta win it all again Nine o'clock, the streetlights flicker, half the lights are gone So my cousin parks his station wagon with the high beams on [Hook] I got next! I got next! Been callin' it since noon, and I ain't broke a sweat You can hold the court all day, but you can't hold your breath I got next! I got next! [Scratch Break: the beat cuts to four bars of record scratches alone, then the drums slam back] Midnight on Prospect, check the clock Now we got next, so run the block [Verse 3: old-school MC, shoutin' hardest, the full beat back] Midnight now, and Big Dre's sittin' on the ball His point guard's throwin' up behind the handball wall And the five of us are stretchin' like we just got out of bed Mailman doin' lunges, cook is tyin' up his thread We ain't the best five in the park, I never said we was We just the only five who ain't been runnin' since the sun was up First to eleven, and we won it eleven to four Big Dre said "Run it back," but he can't stand no more Then a little kid on the fence puts his hand up high Hollerin' "I got next!" and I don't even ask him why I just give that boy my spot, 'cause I know how it's done You don't beat the champ with legs, you beat him with the sun [Hook] I got next! I got next! Been callin' it since noon, and I ain't broke a sweat You can hold the court all day, but you can't hold your breath I got next! I got next! [End]
