raining threes in bay area
surrounded by yellow shirts
cheering louder than a band
they're going to dance again
two man team; scoring machine
when was last time we have them
a new era of process playbook
shooting from away from hoop
goodbye dunkers your time pass
on your face play was far last
many would be looking shooters
midwest is known home for best
would east topple reigning champ
which they're hoping they ramp
lets see hope refs get out of way
hold that whistle, let them play
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