I'm Outstanding Lyrics
| Song | I'm Outstanding |
| Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
| Album | The Best Of Shaquille O'Neal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was born three six seven eighteen with [unverified] 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, ahh ooh | |
| 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 [unverified] like Dakeem | |
| I'll make the backboards shatter | |
| Fans chit-chatter | |
| Even make the other [unverified] 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 |
| I was born three six seven eighteen with unverified 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 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, ahh ooh | |
| 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 unverified like Dakeem | |
| I' ll make the backboards shatter | |
| Fans chitchatter | |
| Even make the other unverified 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 |
| I was born three six seven eighteen with unverified 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 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, ahh ooh | |
| 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 unverified like Dakeem | |
| I' ll make the backboards shatter | |
| Fans chitchatter | |
| Even make the other unverified 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 |
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