Yo, I go by the name (Stevie Franchise)
Of Yao, from the Rockets
And I just wanna ley y'all know (Stevie Franchise)
The world is about to feel something something (Stevie Franchise)
That they've never felt before, c'mon!

From end to end, to offense to D, we're soarin' real high, oh can't you see
I'm the Stevie Franchise, call me Stevie Wonder, cause my game's spectacular, y'all
On or off the floor, I'm heavy cuz, ball till you fall cause you could duck to the Houston boys
Sorry, my love, what you're seeing through these eyes
Stevie Francis, soaring superhigh and all I ever wanna do is fly
Got those Nike sneaks with the swisher on the side
Man, I'm flying to the stars
We're trying to show y'all who the f*ck we are
The girls are flirting us, damned if we're hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Michael Jordan
Superstar on the floor with the shots to hit
While the Rockets keep talking this teamwork sh*t

Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)
(Hoo-hoo)

Hakeem the Dream and Clyde the Glide, that was a fun championship team
And you can tell by how they all stack up and bringing home the title so the rest back up
Watch it, bout to slam, bout to jam, facial
Hanging from the rim all up in your face
Rockets y'all, look out for the big Yao
Even twenty-10, if we see ya keep it comin'
And he'll block any shot that comes his way
The big rejection back in your face
Excuse us if our D's got us full of ourselves
Defending, something that we just can't help
And then when Stevie is slamming the windmill
And your D 32 minus below the wind chill
Amazing, the word that best describes us
We're the Rockets, man, y'all never mind us

Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets (uhh)
(Hoo-hoo)

Rockets, you know what we do after blast-off (woof)
Everybody stay in line when (woof)
You see Houston Rockets take off (Rockets!)
Rockets, you know what we do after blast-off (woof)
Everybody stay in line when (woof)
You see the Houston Rockets take off (Rockets!)

We're all about team, never been about fame
From times we weren't able, there was always caine
We won't stop until we win the game
And if we don't it's just a g*ddamn shame
Guess the weight, Stevie will slam in your face
A 50-inch leap, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the big strip that starts the fast break
Consider Jeff Van Gundy the icing on the cake (For Houston)
We move caine in the gym, balance weight on the floor
Kids call us Rocket Men, oh the way we just soar
Referee whistle, in the lane we'll hit ya
As if we saw Shaquille, our aim is still an issue
Lose your mind at whichever end we're holding
One'll leave you frozen, the other, nodding and dozing
We're Rockets, Jack!

Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)...Rockets! (uhh)
(Hoo-hoo)

Rockets, you know what we do after blast-off (woof)
Everybody stay in line when (woof)
You see the Houston Rockets take off (Rockets!)
Rockets, you know what we do after blast-off (woof)
Everybody stay in line when (woof)
You see the Houston Rockets take off (Rockets!)