n.b.a. lyrics – kool keith

yeah. a message to the n.b.a. (“well that’s alright”)

the national, basketball, *ssociation
we begin (“well that’s alright”)

your man is a tourin n*gg*, six-foot-eight floss n*gg*
who carries champagne in the club with coogi sweaters
borin n*gg*, no game havin

less rap skill, n.b.a. n*gg* with a studio you ill
don’t you know my game terrorize
six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill

why don’t you awkward n*gg*z stop rhymin and take a birth control pill
i’m not impressed with your full court press
jackson got you g*ssed, ask phil
can step up to the foul line for an aids test
girls with tyra banks weaves, and lisa raye’s complexion

my jewelry like big trucks
i don’t care if you flash your milwaukee bucks

even bodyguards couldn’t protect you ducks
i care less if you a trailblazer
my cris-cross on girls is sharp, y’all get cut off with a razor
even if you have braids like latrell
i got more numbers in my system than pacific bell
p*ss the basketball around and go tell
smoother than rick fox puttin on his hair gel
groupies don’t 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 can’t 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 y’all with color and fashion
lame *ssholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and p*ssin
beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes
i’m the championship n*gg* youse a loser (“well that’s alright”)

p.i.s.s., on the n.b.a. (“well that’s alright”)
n.b.a. n*gg*z!

national basketball *ssociation
n.b.a. b*tches! (n.b.a. play)
national basketball *ssociation
(the n.b.a. *ssociation.)

{*singer ad libs*

(n.b.a. n*gg*z, house n*gg*z, slave owner n*gg*z.)

/ kool keith lyrics