Song | I'm Outstanding |
Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
Album | Shaq Diesel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Calhoun, O'Neal, ONeal ... | |
I was born three six seven eighteen with ???? on the wisdom | |
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte | |
That means I'm gifted from the get-go | |
Mom's you never let go | |
Mad thanks for raising me right, bro' | |
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense | |
Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince | |
Times are hard, times are rough | |
Didn't have Toys R Us toys, but I had enough love | |
Plus the guidance from above | |
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove | |
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me | |
Then there were a few times when Dad had to scold me | |
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling | |
Didn't want me wheeling and get to drug-dealing | |
Remember when you asked me this one day | |
Who I wanna' be like, I said Dr. J | |
Then you said, "Good, now you gotta' go | |
"Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole." | |
Mom cracked a smile, Daddy gave a frown | |
I said to myself, "I can't let them down." | |
So make way, I'm coming in for a landing | |
And nothing's gonna' stop me, from being outstanding | |
I'm outstanding | |
Now let's skip to the time when I was fifteen | |
Shaq is in the house... no, Shaq is on the scene! | |
Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors | |
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper | |
Now, a role model... I mean a role figure | |
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? | |
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly | |
Then I remember what Mom and Dad told me | |
"Remember this, son, do all the runs | |
"Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from | |
"You're young, gifted, and Black | |
"If they can't say Shaquille O'Neal then make 'em scream, 'Shaq!'" | |
Like the fam' do, in the stands who | |
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, "Ahhh! Oooh!" | |
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge | |
Make that gift and now it's | |
Time for me to fulfill my dream | |
To be in the [leaders' game?] like Dakeem | |
I'll make the backboards shatter, | |
Fans chit-chatter | |
Even make the other [sen-tails?] get madder | |
That's me. Who can it be? | |
The master of disaster, seven foot three | |
Brother, ain't no other in the nation | |
I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation | |
I'm outstanding | |
I'm outstanding | |
Cause now I'm outstanding | |
Wave your hands and pump your fist | |
When I'm on the court you know it's strictly "Swish!" | |
Cause there's some things that I gotta' do: | |
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq-shoe | |
And now it's time to take care of business | |
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis | |
Scott, but I won't stop | |
Gotta' keep striving until I reach the top | |
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain | |
I flow like a fountain | |
Peace, I gotta' go! And I'm out and... | |
But before I go, wave your hands | |
Peace to all my family, friends, and fam | |
I'm outstanding |
zuo ci : Calhoun, O' Neal, ONeal ... | |
I was born three six seven eighteen with nbsp???? on the wisdom | |
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte | |
That means I' m gifted from the getgo | |
Mom' s you never let go | |
Mad thanks for raising me right, bro' | |
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense | |
Didn' t live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince | |
Times are hard, times are rough | |
Didn' t have Toys R Us toys, but I had enough love | |
Plus the guidance from above | |
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove | |
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me | |
Then there were a few times when Dad had to scold me | |
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling | |
Didn' t want me wheeling and get to drugdealing | |
Remember when you asked me this one day | |
Who I wanna' be like, I said Dr. J | |
Then you said, " Good, now you gotta' go | |
" Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole." | |
Mom cracked a smile, Daddy gave a frown | |
I said to myself, " I can' t let them down." | |
So make way, I' m coming in for a landing | |
And nothing' s gonna' stop me, from being outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
Now let' s skip to the time when I was fifteen | |
Shaq is in the house... no, Shaq is on the scene! | |
Now my name' s in papers, girls caught the vapors | |
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper | |
Now, a role model... I mean a role figure | |
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? | |
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly | |
Then I remember what Mom and Dad told me | |
" Remember this, son, do all the runs | |
" Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from | |
" You' re young, gifted, and Black | |
" If they can' t say Shaquille O' Neal then make ' em scream, ' Shaq!'" | |
Like the fam' do, in the stands who | |
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, " Ahhh! Oooh!" | |
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge | |
Make that gift and now it' s | |
Time for me to fulfill my dream | |
To be in the leaders' game? like Dakeem | |
I' ll make the backboards shatter, | |
Fans chitchatter | |
Even make the other sentails? get madder | |
That' s me. Who can it be? | |
The master of disaster, seven foot three | |
Brother, ain' t no other in the nation | |
I' m born from my mother but I' m God' s creation | |
I' m outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
Cause now I' m outstanding | |
Wave your hands and pump your fist | |
When I' m on the court you know it' s strictly " Swish!" | |
Cause there' s some things that I gotta' do: | |
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaqshoe | |
And now it' s time to take care of business | |
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis | |
Scott, but I won' t stop | |
Gotta' keep striving until I reach the top | |
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain | |
I flow like a fountain | |
Peace, I gotta' go! And I' m out and... | |
But before I go, wave your hands | |
Peace to all my family, friends, and fam | |
I' m outstanding |
zuò cí : Calhoun, O' Neal, ONeal ... | |
I was born three six seven eighteen with nbsp???? on the wisdom | |
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte | |
That means I' m gifted from the getgo | |
Mom' s you never let go | |
Mad thanks for raising me right, bro' | |
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense | |
Didn' t live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince | |
Times are hard, times are rough | |
Didn' t have Toys R Us toys, but I had enough love | |
Plus the guidance from above | |
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove | |
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me | |
Then there were a few times when Dad had to scold me | |
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling | |
Didn' t want me wheeling and get to drugdealing | |
Remember when you asked me this one day | |
Who I wanna' be like, I said Dr. J | |
Then you said, " Good, now you gotta' go | |
" Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole." | |
Mom cracked a smile, Daddy gave a frown | |
I said to myself, " I can' t let them down." | |
So make way, I' m coming in for a landing | |
And nothing' s gonna' stop me, from being outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
Now let' s skip to the time when I was fifteen | |
Shaq is in the house... no, Shaq is on the scene! | |
Now my name' s in papers, girls caught the vapors | |
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper | |
Now, a role model... I mean a role figure | |
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? | |
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly | |
Then I remember what Mom and Dad told me | |
" Remember this, son, do all the runs | |
" Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from | |
" You' re young, gifted, and Black | |
" If they can' t say Shaquille O' Neal then make ' em scream, ' Shaq!'" | |
Like the fam' do, in the stands who | |
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, " Ahhh! Oooh!" | |
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge | |
Make that gift and now it' s | |
Time for me to fulfill my dream | |
To be in the leaders' game? like Dakeem | |
I' ll make the backboards shatter, | |
Fans chitchatter | |
Even make the other sentails? get madder | |
That' s me. Who can it be? | |
The master of disaster, seven foot three | |
Brother, ain' t no other in the nation | |
I' m born from my mother but I' m God' s creation | |
I' m outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
Cause now I' m outstanding | |
Wave your hands and pump your fist | |
When I' m on the court you know it' s strictly " Swish!" | |
Cause there' s some things that I gotta' do: | |
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaqshoe | |
And now it' s time to take care of business | |
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis | |
Scott, but I won' t stop | |
Gotta' keep striving until I reach the top | |
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain | |
I flow like a fountain | |
Peace, I gotta' go! And I' m out and... | |
But before I go, wave your hands | |
Peace to all my family, friends, and fam | |
I' m outstanding |