KOOL KEITH - N.B.A. lyrics

Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")

The National, Basketball, Association

We begin ("well that's 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

Don't you know my game terrorize

Six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill

Why don't you awkward niggaz stop rhymin and take a birth control pill

Jackson got you gassed, ask Phil

I'm not impressed with your full court press

Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion

can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test

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

Pass 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 assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin

Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes

I'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 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..)