Read to the tune of Regulate, by Warren G (feat. Nate Dogg). And if you don’t
know this classic 90’s song, shame on you.
Regulators, we regulate any throwing of the frisbee.
And we damn good too. But you can’t be any geek off the street.
Gotta be handy with the disc if you know what I mean to earn your keep.
REGULATORS, mount up!
It was a misty black morn, wasn’t no moon.
Pothole was on the streets, out in the gloom.
Tryna’ hurry to the scene, so I can get some funk
Just rollin’ in my ride, chillin’ all alone
Just hit the Northside of the RHBC
On a mission tryna’ find some frisbee.
Seen a lot full of cars ain’t no need to tweak
Rolled into the lot at fo’ fifty three.
Thought the cop in the lot was gonna blow me a kiss.
Some brothas throwin’ disc so I said, “Let’s do this”
I jumped out the ride, and said, “What’s up?”
It was time to get down so I said, “Circle up.”
Runnin’ around the field, I’ma glide and swerve.
I flicked a hammer throw and I watched it curve.
Keepin’ an eye on Bonzai with some fancy tricks,
I see my homey Olive Oil all in his mix.
They gettin’ jacked, I’;m laughin’ myself
Sneakin’ past players like we flying stealth
We made big scores, like we cashin’ checks
I looked at Pinot and said, “Damn, what’s next?”
They got my whole team matched up and they all around
But none of them figured we’d be going straight pound for pound
Booster jumpin’ up like he was Antonio Brown.
Next thing I knew they was eight scores down.
We got so many scores, I think they going down
I can’t believe it’s this easy, to take the crown.
If I had wings I could fly, let me contemplate
But I spoke too soon and I see the lead deflate.
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole,
Double Fault is about to make some goals explode.
We were droppin’ and scorin’, it’s a tad bit late,
Casio and Bonzai had to regulate.
Double Fault was a gangster, he let the goals explode.
They shut us down, couldn’t back into beast mode.
Couldn’t do nothing but sit back and observe
We just lost a bunch of points and it was absurd.
FN3 got the leaps and that’s a known fact,
Penny Stock’s got grabs, they was stagin’ a come back
Back up back up ’cause it’s on
D I V E and me, like my boy F N 3.
Game was still on, they were in a tight spot
In need of some desperate help
Just had to hold them a while.
They had plans for something else.
Some of them scores was sexy as hell
I said “Ooo that one flies”
If you see that the frisbee’s about to go in,
Would ya let it ride?
I got a board full of scores and it’s going real well
That’s the summary of this game in a nutshell.
I’m Q-ing into a whole new era
Froccer, step to this, I dare ya
Clash on a whole new level
The regulars come out but we ain’t seen Pebbles
Rebar, Cheddar
We wanna see Lumby
Ultimate, where disc is life
And life is disc
If you throw like Casio,
You don’t wanna step to this
If he’s in front of the goal,
Watergate will probably miss.
If you guard like Pinot,
Good luck with the breakaway.
And if you throw real high,
Booster will regulate.
COT
Prayers – Unspoken from Double Fault