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    "N.B.A." Lyrics

    Kool Keith

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    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, why'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 why'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..)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Keith Thornton, Scott Santos.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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