[Verse 1: oakland hyphy male MC, bouncy and shouted over the thumping kick] Ninety-eight degrees and the whole block in the pool Got the speaker on the diving board, the water lookin' cool Then he climbs up in the high chair with the whistle on a string Red trunks, zinc nose, ain't been wet since the spring Every time the bass go dumb, he blow that thing at me "That ain't real, that ain't real, get it out the deep end, see?" "No runnin' on the deck, no music made like that" Grown man sittin' eight feet up with the sun up on his hat Hella loud for somebody who ain't touchin' the water Turnin' red in the face at my homeboy's little daughter [Hook: oakland hyphy MC, shouted, the claps slapping every line] Cannonball, cannonball, here we go off the board Blow your little whistle, man, we can't hear you no more You can holler from the chair while the whole pool fall Ain't no rule for a cannonball [Verse 2: oakland hyphy MC, faster, the keyboard squeaking under him] Now he got a clipboard, and he readin' to the crowd Every rule he ever made about what music is allowed "Gotta play it on a real horn, gotta cut it on a tape Gotta suffer twenty years before you even make a wave" But the kids ain't readin' clipboards, kids just hear it and they leap Grandma Pearl in the floaties headed straight into the deep Uncle Rome in his jeans, didn't even take his shoes Whole block went off the board while he was readin' us the rules He blow it at the splash and he blow it at the drop He blow it till the little pea inside it wanna stop [Hook] Cannonball, cannonball, here we go off the board Blow your little whistle, man, we can't hear you no more You can holler from the chair while the whole pool fall Ain't no rule for a cannonball [Bullhorn: oakland hyphy MC grabs the lifeguard bullhorn, four bars tinny and loud, then the kick slams back] Attention, everybody at the pool, this is a test If you hear me, you above the water, and you missin' the best The man up in the chair says the deep end is closed So everybody hold your breath and go where he don't go [Verse 3: oakland hyphy MC, heavier, every bar on the kick] So the whole block took a breath and went down to the floor Twelve feet in the blue where the bass hit more You can feel it in your chest when you under, that's the trick Every kick hit the water like a fist hit a brick And way up in the sun I can see him in the chair Cheeks puffed out, whistle blowin', but it don't get down there 'Cause a whistle can't travel when you deep as we be Ain't a sound in the water but the bass and me Never been in the water, never got his hair wet Eight feet up, dry as a bone, and he still ain't in it yet [Hook] Cannonball, cannonball, here we go off the board Blow your little whistle, man, we can't hear you no more You can holler from the chair while the whole pool fall Ain't no rule for a cannonball [End]
