Gino Beats a.k.a. Tracker John MD - World Jai-Alai Hartford Lyrics

Uh... A yo your team can't do it like this
Cause whenever we serve
We know the rules to the game
You hit the
Back of the line if you missed
And I'm
Balling with JG my fellow Pelotaree
We're running with the Cester got it gripped
Like we're down in the Meadows
Minglin' with the Jai-Alai cheerleaders in summer 76'
Uh live at the Fronton in Hartford Connecticut
I'm screaming make it great again so you can dream
But player you don't appreciate the intricacies
Of what's taking place
So there's disdain between
Your skill and the spectators
Who bet for you to win
But you get booed
Cause you made them lose there cream
While we
Ball like Arramayo, Gorrono and Juan
JG always told keep my head up and fly high
Now were off the wall bringing money in like
The Hartford Jai-Alai
(Hook)
Jai-Alai 4x's
Keep the money coming in like the
Jai-Alai 6x's
Uh, I step to the Cantcher
I'm slinging it hard
I move around with the Cester
Wicker scoop on one arm
I got my mind on the win while I'm serving the ball
Like Churruca and Gemela your boy is off the wall
(Verse 2)
Tracker John keep them other players pissed
Like Spectacular 7 scoring
The game is moving fast and there time done
Came and went
While I
Make it great again you can sit to the right
And watch me scoop the Pelota behind the fence
I
Dive and roll and leave the crowd in suspense
Like the one and only Freddie Griffin
When it's prime-time
The first black player in the history of Frontons
Bet you didn't the Jai-Alai brought in C-notes
Before Foxwoods it was Connecticut's casino
So I'm highlighting a time
When my city started to shine
I'm resurrecting Hartford through memories with rhymes
I'm a winner like Javier, Salazar and Umberto
The ball is coming in at 100 so don't get hurt yo
I do this for my city
While you're fronting like a fly guy
You can play the wall while I bring the money
In like the Jai-Alai
(Hook)
Jai-Alai 4x's
Keep the money coming in like the
Jai-Alai 6x's
Uh, I step to the Cantcher
I'm slinging it hard
I move around with Cester
Wicker scoop on one arm
I got my mind on the win while I'm serving the ball
Like Churruca and Gemela your boy is off the wall

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