We were playing one-on-one
And it started just for fun
But it got intense and soon the smiles were gone
And our friends all cheered us on
Told us what we're doin' wrong
And the outcome of the game inspired this song

I'll tip my hat to the king of the ball court
Tried to win, but I came up a bit short
Walk away with my eyes on the ground
Sucker whipped my butt today
Just like yesterday
But tell myself next time we play,
I won't get schooled again!

My shoes, they gotta go
'Cause they make me run too slow,
Now I'm liberated from that gra-vi-ty ...
And my clothes don't look the same
My shorts and socks I've changed
And my jersey's autographed by Kobe B.!

I'll exercise 'til my ab muscles ripple
Practice hard on my crossover dribble
Nod and smile at the change in my style
All my practice shots I've sunk
Lay-ups, hooks, and dunks
Now I'll show that stupid bunch of punks
I won't get schooled again!
No, no!

I'll let my homework and my housework slide
While I practice, I don't spend time inside
I'll spend all my hours at the court or the gym
For I know that the wannabees never win

Do they?

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The homeboys in the street
Can see the difference in me
And my confidence is higher than a kite
I can dunk it with my left
And I can sky-hook with my right
And from 3-point range I just shoot out the lights!

I'll tip my hat to the king of the ball court
Smile and wave at his posse of cohorts
Wear a smile as I show off my style
Now I'm gonna show that dope
I got the skills to cope
And I really, really, really, hope
I don't get schooled again!
Won't get schooled again!
I won't!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

See my new loss,
Same as my old loss!