Kool Keith - N.B.A. Lyrics
Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")The National, Basketball, AssociationWe begin ("well that's alright")Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss niggawho carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweatersBorin nigga, no game havinLess rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a studio you illDon't you know my game terrorizeSix-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics killWhy don't you awkward niggaz stop rhymin and take a birth control pillJackson got you gassed, ask PhilI'm not impressed with your full court pressGirls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexioncan step up to the foul line for an AIDS testMy jewelry like big trucksI don't care if you flash your Milwaukee BucksEven bodyguards couldn't protect you ducksI care less if you a TrailblazerMy cris-cross on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razorEven if you have braids like LatrellI got more numbers in my system than Pacific BellPass the basketball around and go tellSmoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gelGroupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow meKeith look in the club for your celebrity jump shootersTall lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutorsYou cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunksby e-mailing, golddiggers on computersLeap over y'all with color and fashionLame *****s in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passinBeyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notesI'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")N.B.A. niggaz!National Basketball AssociationN.B.A. *****es! (N.B.A. play)National Basketball Association(The N.B.A. Association..){*singer ad libs*(N.B.A. niggaz, house niggaz, slave owner niggaz..)
