Welcome to 'All Sports, All Day'. Today on the programme, trade talks continue in New York City, but it doesn't disturb his productivity on the field. {Now that I know what it is boy..}[Q-Tip]For your epitaph, niggas laugh, chastity gassedyour ass, siphonin' out your cash, seein' the door, the flashWhile I stay enclosed, walkin' out in my clothesShe said... {I was waiting for nothin'...}You motherfuckin' right, wantin' this shit every nightFinish up, I hold her tight, wearin' feelin's on my sleeveEven when I had to leave, cooler than the Indo breezeDo you believe...? {I was waiting for nothin'...}The Division One leader, in the (?) grabbin' numerous shorties, off the postGoin' coast to coast, she on the hardwood, sub, I'm out the gameShe sayin, Nah, he good, I mean... {I was waiting for nothin'...}For no amount of dough, franchise this manGive him all the things you canThink long-term plans, he be bringin' in the fansFront-page magazine, listen to this lady scream: {I was waiting for nothin'...}'Cause she know what's better for herToppin' in the peckin' orderFluid like the runnin' water, nicest nigga? Kinda, sorta.When he screamin' just the slaughter, no matter the quarterI get it.. {I was waiting for nothin'...}The club-house king, battin' practice, slug and swingGame time's anything, when I'm in, you're 'bout a minuteHoldin' the bat, it's good as factShe's out the park, and comin' backShe sayin': {I was waiting for nothin'...}Everywhere you sit you get a good view of the ballplayer and alland the famous hall inevitably will make a callHangin' memorabilia from your wallsThis is why you can't trade me {I was waiting for nothin'...}When asked about the trade rumors, he simply replied that he's just here to produce, to put forth the best effort for his team. {Now that I know what it is boy..}[Q-Tip]You can put your money on a sure thing Certain profits will they bringCeremonies are the ringer, in the White House thingClear your mantle, the trophies I bringDo you wanna trade? {I was waiting for nothin'...}'Cause in the end as a teammateYou're lookin' for a backshoot, and go-to ballLeaves it all on the floor, always lookin' to scorePep-talks in the locker-roomThis is why you sing this tune {I was waiting for nothin'...}And injuries can't make me sit, I ball till you get outHook off, no di-doubt, and all like get outI train for the pressure and come out fresherEquipped for the game, you know my nameIt makes me betterA cheer, for the whole team, let's go, for the whole thingThe balance, that you're holding, every P, roll (?)And I, represent the sentiment, you're on my teamAs you say: {I was waiting for nothin'...}The physical ability, with mental capabilityLook(?) merely places me inside of your vicinityAnd I ain't really seein' me vacatin' this communityI'm stayin' here: {I was waiting for nothin'...}I'm glad that you feel this wayHere's where I like to playI need to hear it everyday, they cheer for me, say, OleWait a minute, Andolay? I dunno, well, anyway: {I was waiting for nothin'...}There was a lot of talk, there was buzz and your name came up in the- in the trade rumors uh, how seriously did you take that?Uh... uh, not serious at all really