Kool Keith

Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well thats alright")
The National, Basketball, Association
We begin ("well thats alright")
Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a studio you ill
Dont you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill
Why dont you awkward niggaz stop rhymin and take a birth control pill
Jackson got you gassed, ask Phil
Im not impressed with your full court press
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Rayes complexion
can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test
My jewelry like big trucks
I dont care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks
Even bodyguards couldnt protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, yall get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids like Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
Pass the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies dont have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow me
Keith look in the club for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who cant read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on computers
Leap over yall with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes
Im the championship nigga youse a loser ("well thats alright")
P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well thats alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!
National Basketball Association
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
National Basketball Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)
{*singer ad libs*}
(N.B.A. niggaz, house niggaz, slave owner niggaz..)
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