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Renowned Japanese producer Nigo has surprised the urban music world with his latest single, Alley Oop, an electrifying collaboration that brings together two of the genre’s biggest stars: Mexican artist Peso Pluma and Argentine rapper Duki.

In Alley Oop, both artists blend their distinctive styles, bringing a unique energy to the track. The song includes basketball references, not only in its title but also in its lyrics, mentioning terms like White Lebron and alley-oop. This collaboration marks a new chapter in their careers, especially for Peso Pluma, who ventures into the trap genre for the first time.

The music video, set in Los Angeles, features Nigo, Peso Pluma, and Duki cruising through the city in lowriders, capturing the vibrant essence of urban culture.

‘Alley Oop’ Meaning

An alley-oop is a spectacular basketball move where one player throws the ball near the hoop so that a teammate can catch it in the air and score before landing—usually with a layup or, more commonly, a dunk.

In the context of Peso Pluma and Duki’s song, it seems to serve as a metaphor illustrating the success they describe in the lyrics.

‘Alley Oop’ by Peso Pluma, Duki, and Nigo: Lyrics in English

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood (Duko!)

I check my Rolex Daytona, ‘cause time is money
Platinum records decorate my office, stunning
They try to catch up, but I’m always improving
I want what everybody wants—to be the greatest, no losing

My life’s a race, but I ain’t Speed Racer
I steal every minute, keep ‘em like a treasure
Not that I rush, it’s just that good things take longer
Mom is happy in her house, I see it, get emotional

MVP, I’m ballin’ like Luka
In the VIP, throwin’ racks like it’s nada
Blunt lit up, no questions, no drama
Ain’t even check-in, still paid for the damage

Here in Paris in an i7, spaceship moves just like a rocket
DHL, packages drop in, pure kush from the West Coast market
Riding the beat like a jockey, New York, I’m Carmelo, the 7
Joints as big as AK-47s (you already know, baby)

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62

Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood

Big money, my guy, and it ain’t illegal
Now I smoke so much, I don’t even feel it
A sickness I’ll never be healed from
Horns dipped in gold, that’s mineral

I’m a talisman
Every time I pull up, it’s inside a Cadillac
Making more room just to stack another bag
Bottega shades on, hiding all my tears in black

They say I’m a money-making machine
Wrote so much, I’m running out of pages clean
Dressed in black daily like Metallica
All the girls in my room, yeah, they British, huh

Had to buy them all the basic Kelly bag
In the suite, living like Frank Lucas
A ton of problems, but I ain’t losing
Jealousy don’t faze me, I keep it moving
My squad is nine deep, just like Wu-Tang
(Just like Wu-Tang, yuh)
(Just like Wu-Tang, yeah)

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood

White LeBron, alley-oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections, Bluetooth flow, from Argentina to Hollywood