| Song | (I Know I Got) Skillz |
| Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
| Album | Shaq Diesel |
| 作词 : Forison, Fortson, O'Neal ... | |
| Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something, something I can go | |
| to the park to, | |
| yeah, there you go, allright, I like that, I like that, | |
| it sound dope, | |
| (Bust 'em in the eye Shaq) | |
| [Verse 1: Shaq] | |
| You wanna fight? come fight me, | |
| I'll hit ya with the "wa-psh-psh-psh", see, see | |
| I get dirty after dark, I'll treat like Speilberg, | |
| you get your ass kicked in the park, | |
| (oooohhhh) | |
| you don't beleive me, the proof is in the pudding, | |
| little boy in the hood, way before Cuba Gooding, | |
| I flip scrpits with the mad pa-style, freeze | |
| music please, | |
| I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems, | |
| people call me E.T., | |
| (what's that Shaq man?) | |
| Extra-Tallems, | |
| you better than Shaq-tack, fool, shut up liar, | |
| I lean on the statue of liberty when I get tired, | |
| than I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't give a heck, | |
| (hey yo, why you bug a hooker like that?) | |
| yo, she breated on my neck, | |
| people walk around like yall, they got charred, | |
| but I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7, large, | |
| I kick rhymes like moduck-kwong you, | |
| I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, | |
| I Chech and Chong you, | |
| you don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn, | |
| I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man, | |
| [Verse 2: Def Jef] | |
| suprise, look who's back, | |
| not a prize from a cracker jack, | |
| look at that, it's Def Jef with the Shaq Attack, | |
| flexin', I'll be crackin your back with the boom-boom-bap, | |
| pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back, | |
| everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet, | |
| still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Ali, Mohammed | |
| do yourself a solid, don't flex, you go sex, | |
| you know the time, get the hard hat, the rolex, | |
| the way I see, if I was wack like you I'd be at me, | |
| the way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity, | |
| Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't front, you know how the name is spelt, | |
| I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself, | |
| attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad, | |
| coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard, | |
| don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up from the trunk, | |
| the reason your tape didn't hit the deck is because your hits don't bump, | |
| so get back, ain't no hassle, cause you ain't holding nuthin, | |
| keep sticking around, you get beat down like you stole something, | |
| sleep on me and the Shaq and ??? your own???, | |
| cause I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man, | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| [Def Jef] | |
| ah yeah, yall don't know nothing about this, | |
| the Shaq man's in the arsenal, | |
| what's up like that, | |
| Double XL in the nine-ohs kid, | |
| skills to make mills, | |
| big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya ??? large, | |
| so check this out Shaq man, we gon' let this beat play right here, let all | |
| the brothers and sister know..... | |
| [Shaq] | |
| nah, nah, let me continue | |
| I'm a be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu, | |
| mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka, | |
| rocks from here to Mecca, | |
| boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, | |
| I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle, | |
| cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle, | |
| my Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk, | |
| all you jealous punks can't stop my dunks, | |
| they're brand new like Heavy, | |
| built like Chevy, Impala, | |
| but Shaq's a smooth balla, | |
| (yeah, but what about rhymin?) | |
| I can hold my own, | |
| knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone, | |
| rhymin is like hoopin', I'm already a legend, | |
| back in the days in the Fush-camp section, | |
| used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby, | |
| every once, every twice, three times a lady, | |
| is what I listend to, riding with my moms, | |
| how you like me now? I drop bombs, | |
| when you see me, please tap my hands, | |
| I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man | |
| [Outro: Shaq] | |
| I'd like to give a shout-out to my boy Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany, Meech, | |
| Ron Mac, and my other cousin Ron, | |
| this is another rough shot from the arsenal, | |
| and you know what. booty rappers, stay booty, | |
| ha-ha-ha, and we out, | |
| ahhh ha ha ha ha, | |
| ahhhhh ha ha ha ha, | |
| ahhhh..psyche |
| zuò cí : Forison, Fortson, O' Neal ... | |
| Yo Jef, why don' t you give me a hoopa beat or something, something I can go | |
| to the park to, | |
| yeah, there you go, allright, I like that, I like that, | |
| it sound dope, | |
| Bust ' em in the eye Shaq | |
| Verse 1: Shaq | |
| You wanna fight? come fight me, | |
| I' ll hit ya with the " wapshpshpsh", see, see | |
| I get dirty after dark, I' ll treat like Speilberg, | |
| you get your ass kicked in the park, | |
| oooohhhh | |
| you don' t beleive me, the proof is in the pudding, | |
| little boy in the hood, way before Cuba Gooding, | |
| I flip scrpits with the mad pastyle, freeze | |
| music please, | |
| I dribble rhymes like Basketballems, | |
| people call me E. T., | |
| what' s that Shaq man? | |
| ExtraTallems, | |
| you better than Shaqtack, fool, shut up liar, | |
| I lean on the statue of liberty when I get tired, | |
| than I' ll punch you in the stomach, I don' t give a heck, | |
| hey yo, why you bug a hooker like that? | |
| yo, she breated on my neck, | |
| people walk around like yall, they got charred, | |
| but I' m big like Gorilla, 67, large, | |
| I kick rhymes like moduckkwong you, | |
| I smokesmoke the micmic, | |
| I Chech and Chong you, | |
| you don' t like Shaq, frankly I don' t give a damn, | |
| I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man, | |
| Verse 2: Def Jef | |
| suprise, look who' s back, | |
| not a prize from a cracker jack, | |
| look at that, it' s Def Jef with the Shaq Attack, | |
| flexin', I' ll be crackin your back with the boomboombap, | |
| pass the mic over here, you ain' t gon' want it back, | |
| everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet, | |
| still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Ali, Mohammed | |
| do yourself a solid, don' t flex, you go sex, | |
| you know the time, get the hard hat, the rolex, | |
| the way I see, if I was wack like you I' d be at me, | |
| the way I hold it down, you' d swear my name was Gravity, | |
| Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don' t front, you know how the name is spelt, | |
| I' m making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself, | |
| attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad, | |
| coming up with the hits, and I' m coming down with the backboard, | |
| don' t fake the funk, just make the sound' s up from the trunk, | |
| the reason your tape didn' t hit the deck is because your hits don' t bump, | |
| so get back, ain' t no hassle, cause you ain' t holding nuthin, | |
| keep sticking around, you get beat down like you stole something, | |
| sleep on me and the Shaq and nbsp??? your own???, | |
| cause I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man, | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Def Jef | |
| ah yeah, yall don' t know nothing about this, | |
| the Shaq man' s in the arsenal, | |
| what' s up like that, | |
| Double XL in the nineohs kid, | |
| skills to make mills, | |
| big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya nbsp??? large, | |
| so check this out Shaq man, we gon' let this beat play right here, let all | |
| the brothers and sister know..... | |
| Shaq | |
| nah, nah, let me continue | |
| I' m a be like DRock and see what' s next on the menu, | |
| micchecka, the rim and rhyme wrecka, | |
| rocks from here to Mecca, | |
| boom shackalakalaka, | |
| I got a hand that' ll rock ya cradle, | |
| cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle, | |
| my Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumpedup funk, | |
| all you jealous punks can' t stop my dunks, | |
| they' re brand new like Heavy, | |
| built like Chevy, Impala, | |
| but Shaq' s a smooth balla, | |
| yeah, but what about rhymin? | |
| I can hold my own, | |
| knickknack shaqattack, give a dog a bone, | |
| rhymin is like hoopin', I' m already a legend, | |
| back in the days in the Fushcamp section, | |
| used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby, | |
| every once, every twice, three times a lady, | |
| is what I listend to, riding with my moms, | |
| how you like me now? I drop bombs, | |
| when you see me, please tap my hands, | |
| I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man | |
| Outro: Shaq | |
| I' d like to give a shoutout to my boy Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany, Meech, | |
| Ron Mac, and my other cousin Ron, | |
| this is another rough shot from the arsenal, | |
| and you know what. booty rappers, stay booty, | |
| hahaha, and we out, | |
| ahhh ha ha ha ha, | |
| ahhhhh ha ha ha ha, | |
| ahhhh.. psyche |