With the third pick in the NBA draft. The Grizzlies select...

South Memphis nights, air thick, blunt smoke,

Season damn near dead, whole fanbase broke.

Folks on the porch like, “Man, this shit through,”

Then Memphis started dreamin’ what Cameron Boozer could do.

Big body Boozer, no gimmicks, no act,

Just bruises in the paint and defenders on they back.

Talk slick if you want, he gon’ punish that quick,

Have your max-contract star lookin’ soft as shit.

FedExForum rockin’, whole building possessed,

808s bangin’ so hard shake the hair off your chest.

Aunties on Beale Street screamin’ “WHOOP THAT TRICK!”

Then stompin’ on the pavement while the crowd lose they shit.

“WHOOP THAT TRICK!” now the whole block chant it,

Every alley-oop got the damn city frantic.

Meanwhile Ja Morant all flash, all captions,

Fake tough online with encrypted antics.

Every other week came another injury report,

Whole city holdin’ they breath while he limp off the court.

Wave a damn lighter like he ready for war,

Whole time security know it came straight from the store.

Send his ass to San Fran, let him cosplay there,

Whole fanbase twelve with them broccoli-cut hair.

Still worshippin’ screens, cryin’ over old rings,

Fake tough wearin' tighter pants than Billie Jean

Mirror pics in angel wings

But Boozer different, make tough dudes look weak,

Old-school bully with a cold-blooded mean streak.

No Hollywood cap, no pretend thug role,

Just hard-nosed buckets with a straight savage soul.

He play like rent due, lights off, fridge empty,

Like every damn bucket worth a whole damn Bentley.

FedExForum shakin’, whole city back together,

Blue lights on Beale Street, bass knock through the weather.

Old heads noddin’ like the grit finally grew stronger,

Now the whole damn league gotta deal with Memphis hunger.

Memphis was starvin'...now we feasting on Boozer

Squad movin' together like them old-school Hoosiers.