(BLO-TOWN)
I don't know what you heard about me
But I got charged for a class 3 felony
I had sex with a girl that was 19
And my my friends all call me K.O.B.E
I don't know what you heard about me
But I got charged for a class 3 felony
I had sex with a girl that was 19
And my my friends all call me K.O.B.E

Now shorty gave me a rub, I gave her some dollars
I'm in the NBA so I told her no choice, she gotta
TLC is what I'm needin so go on give it mama
Just give me my fantasies and I'll send you to the Bahamas
So now I might go to jail now, man and I don't wanna
They'll tear my ass up and be callin me mama
I sat around all day just sittin,thinkin 'bout her
I couldn't even keep the secret from my taxi driver
She liked my smile, she liked my style, she liked the way I talked
I went with Brandy, yeah I've been around the block
My reputations 'bout as clean as my shaven head
Who will believe that I took this teenager to my bed
It might be worse if I had cornrows up on my head
Fans won't attack but my sponsors may be turnin red
Look girl, it's simple, you love me
You ain't going to go and sue the K.O.B.E

Chorus

P,P,P,P-MMMMMIIIIIIIIIXXXXXX

K-O-B-E-B-R-Y-A-N-T
Facing three to thirty
He's internationally known
Now locally rejected
"Hey, isn't that Kobe?"
Watchu know about Kobe?

(Wolveroses)
It looks like Kobe is playing with Nike's on
Just like everyday his game seems to be so off
The ref is dead wrong for thinking he's gonna call
One for one and Kobe misses them all
I'm cheer for the Pistons leaving LA in the blue
Hell with the D naw the hell with you
K-O-B-Easy
He's nothing and so is L-A-Lizzy
People in LA knows how Kobe gets down
He raped some chick got locked somewhere uptown
I got my Pistons clothing on I ain't messin' around
We got some true fans who cheer for their team all year 'round
To bring back the championship and leave the LA Fakers flat out
And bring Shaq back to the Magic
But the free-throws what he be lackin'
But wait, is Kobe the son of Phil Jackson?

Chorus

(Jimmy J.)
You need to come over and sleep with a star, it won't get you far
I'm a B-I-G-S-U-P-E-R-S-T-A-R
Yeah, I'm drunk, but I ain't dumb, got some tricks, but I ain't one
I play basketball fo' money, I foul you, you try to run
I don't let em' do as they please, as long as they injure my g's
Even if they gotta leave it doesn't concern me
I bounce it off their knees, take a look under my sleeves
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with twos and threes K.O.B.E.!

(STG)
This story's wicked from the mouth, from that filthy hoe
(tell me, tell me)
She played old school with Kobe, you all know.
We see the defendant speak, it makes me dizzy
Man, did you or not take that girl down to do dirty,
When you sweat and twitch, though, everybody there will know
His money pays everyone off, this is after court
It'sa crime to be a playa, Kobe was done wrong,
There's nothing to do here 'cept make a new song, P-UNIT!!