"Dream Team" lyrics - MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD

MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD
"Dream Team"
(Michael Franti)

Red Black Green, Red Gold Green
Dat's how we know we a fe we dream team
[Repeat]

The other day
A friend gave me a call
He said that the dream team was playin basketball
Was so excited / That I hadda get a Witness
The first time the NBA was in the 'lympics
Players from the east/ players from the west
And you can bet that they took the very best
("Except they left Tim Hardaway at home"
"Yeah that was hella fucked up!")
But Anyway
I tuned in because I was hella psyched
To see Magic Johnson on the same team as Mike

Gettin crazy / Havin lots of fun
Makin sure that they got the job done
Fans were wavin the red white end blue
It seemed strange to me / was it strange to you?
Brotha's on the street / And everyone is scared a ya
So how could ten Africans represent America?
Bullshit / It didn't mean a thing
'Cause in the same year / we saw Rodney King
So I thought / That I would put a team together
A team that I have been waitin for forever
Some a you / May know what I mean
But if you don't then / Lemme introduce you to...
MY DREAM TEAM!
"SPEARHEAD IN THE AREA!"

[Chorus:]
THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM
MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM

Well Chuck D'sannouncin'/ Flava's doin' color
Halftime enterntainment by Dre and Ed Lover
Malcolm X is the coach he's drawin' up the strategy
He's choppin up America's anatomy
'Cause they're the ones/ we're up against of course
Are general manager is Chief Crazy Horse
Huey Newton/ 'cause he was extra hard
He's the one/ who would be playin at the shootin' guard
I dreamed Charles Barkley would be
Played by Marcus Garvey
He'd be throwin people off his back and makin
Sure they never got a rebound rebound / and
He'd throw it to the outlet
Nat Turner/ 'cause he can turn the corner when
He's out there
He be flyin through the air/ throwin passes like
He really doesn't care/behind the back /and in
Between the legs
He's handlin the rock /as gently as an egg
He's throwin it in/ to Angela Davis's neighborhood
She's postin up down in the extra hard wood
She grabs the pill/ and then she puts her shoulder down
Get out the way/ 'cause she's gonna throw down now
Boom /oh my god! I just can't believe it
Get anotha backboard or bettah yet leave it.
We always play for fun /but we always play for keeps
The game is over and the loser's gotta sweep.
Up the glass/ that we busted in the ass
Set the record straight /about America's past
THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM
"SPEARHEAD IN THE AREA!"

[Chorus:]
DREAM TEAM'S IN THE HOUSE
DREAM TEAM'S IN THE HOUSE

Well after doin that /we be headin for the ceremony
Hand on the heart /is a bunch of baloney
The spirit of/ the '68 olympics
Black power people/ can I get a witness
Fist in the air/ this is proper manners
While Jimi Hendrix/ is fuckin' up the spangled banner
Up into the sky/ Miles Davis blows a horn
Look into the bleachers/ It's Bill Clinton sellin popcorn
So now we jump! and we have a celebration!
Shaquille 0'neal would provide the entertainment
To some of you this is a far fetched scheme
But to me... I'll tell you what it is...
This is my Dream Team...
"Spearhead in the area"

[Chorus]

Yeah Sista Rosa Perks she gets the first seat
On the bench!
And Dr. King, webring him in in a pinch.

Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!
Beceuse I like to shoot hoops not brothas!
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!