Shoot!
For Brittany Jackson
Original song Shoop by Salt 'n Pepa
This song by
The Pat Summitt Meanie Heads
Hey, yeah - She wanna shoot, baby
(Oooo, how you doin', Brittany? No, not you
You, the talented one, [ha-ha] yeah
What's your name? Dang, that sounds like Brit-three!)
Here I go, here I go, here I go again
Girls, what's my weakness? (I grin!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', Lady Vols my business
Yo, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my sis my witness
The player had her game goin' on with some kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
Her jersey number I know the digits
A fan? Yeah, that does make me, See the ballgame slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Got out my megaphone, hollered �Put Brittany in!�
Then I hollered at the refs, �Hey didn�t you see that?�
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, well, makes her wanna shoot shoot shoot
Shoot shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop Shoot da hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Ummm, you got the knack that�s a fact, 3-pointers you rack
Brittany, wanna thank your mother for talent like that
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake motion?
If skill could kill you would be an ocean
You're a seashore - swoosh! Flyin� by em, whoosh!
Defense you do push. Straight up, wait up, hold up,
Ms. Thang, Move so fast we all say, �Dang!�
Well-a, I like the score high, b-ball style by the mile
Two more points with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and tell me we done won - won
Lots of points she does collect up to the hoop
Brittany, get to the hoop, makes her wanna...
Shoot shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Shoot shoot da-hoop (Don't you know she wants ta shoot, baby)
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Well let me bring you back to the subject, Britt's on the net
Make you get tired, watch her work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, oh Brittany
B�ballin' on the court and it never is gently
When she shoots ya betcha bottom dollar she works best under pressure
(Yo, Brittany, we don�t expect lesser!)
Getcha getcha defense cuz it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let her go, let her shoot
To the next player in the orange suit
I spend all my dough on season tickets
Shoot shoot okee-dokee like Lady Vol Smokey
We love you in your orange and blue, a little white, too
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do. You make ME wanna shoot
Shoot shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Shoot shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at her
She's the best 3-pointer in here
And she's comin' this way! Oooo!)
Yeah, Brittany wanna kick with me, cool
But I'm wicked, D, (yeah) hit hoops but never quickly
I hit the hoops for the chill of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the thrill of it
They want my game, she's the real thing
Twelve inches or a yard, this girl�s hard to guard (yeah)
Fans we love her, say, �Who?� wanna cheer you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do? Mmmm, she wanna shoot
Shoot shoot da hoop
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Shoot shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop
Shoot da-hoop da-hoop da-hoop
Oh, you make her wanna shoot
Hey yeah, Brit wanna shoot, baby
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