- Hello?
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Let me speak to Def Jef
- Who's calling?
- I'm not talking to you, musty under-arm odour-breath! I wanna talk to Def Jef. Last song he did with Shaq, Shaq was pretty braggadocious. I want Shaq to be braggadocious all the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Once again, it's time to get braggadocious
The tall human being, that's right, Shaq-a-tocious
Check out my lyrical slam-slam, watch me flim-flam-flam
My refractor click-clacks, I biggity-bish the bam-bam
Punk be sleepin' on my skills, Magic pay me mils and my bills
Now I should move to Beverly Hills (uh-oh)
Naw, I'm jokin', backboards are broken
I grab the cord to the mic and start chokin'
Like I can't breathe, runnin' out of breath
I dribble the microphone between my legs, right to left
I got my second wind now, you better back up
Shaq Attack up, it's gonna act up
Don't make me crack up
Those skills, I bring it
Alarm, already ringin'
I duh, duh, d- d- duh, now watch me ding it
I kick rhymes like a real rapper should
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
(Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh...) Ah, shut up!
And Phife and Q-Tip, am I smooth like butter?
The sweet, the sheer ferocity, runnin' right through me
I briggity-broke the backs of those who tried to do me
My game is mad agile, your fame is mad fragile
I shoot you with my lyrical tongue
Click-click [?]
I can flow like pee coming out you-know-what
Or some dookie, diarrhea coming out your butt
I'm nasty, disgusting, oh, my, pew-wee
I floats like a butterfly and sting like a bee
I kill Super Mario, Batman's back
Even the He-Man ain't got the powers like the Shaq Attack
(Who do you think you are?)
I'm a star
If it's in my checking account
Buy your moms the car
I end agony and silence the shame
(Man, you ain't all that!)
Brother, do you know my name?
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
(Step in the jam and slam!)
(People playing basketball)
(Step in the jam and slam!)
(Step in the jam and slam!)
You know what? You better listen to the news
I'm dynamite and I write with a slow-burning fuse
I'm the lord of the underground, dunk, funk
Treat me like a big criss-cross, you better jump, punk
'Cause I'm Muhammad like Ali
I'm hot like tamale
I hang with Mr. Cooper, ask Ali
And my tall dog handsome, all that and some
And deuce your proposal, I want my ransom
I'm 100% like orange juice
Call me Shaq Brown
I feel like bustin' loose, watch out, the funky hooper
I eh- eh- eh- eh- eh-
Sorry, I made a blooper
Then I come back like [?]
You know I'm hard
For the Ninth Ward
Word to God
I'm cool like a breeze through the trees
Finished rapping, no autographs please
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball!)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to take the kids to bouncin')
