That’s How I Beat Shaq (Letra)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes a little something like this
Hit it!
Aaron’s in the house
Come on
Here we go
Aaron’s in the house
Yo guys, check it out
Guess what happened to me
(another crazy story, come on ac)
I was hanging at the court
Just playing some ball
Working on my game
(yeah, we heard it all)
I heard the fans screaming
I thought it was for me
But then i saw a shadow
It was 12 foot 3
It was shaquile o’neal
(what? what did he say?)
(how ‘bout some one-on-one, you wanna play?)
I told him why not, i got some time
But when i beat you real bad
Try not to cry
(please aaron, are you for real?)
(one-on-one with shaquile o’neal?)
Yeah, 34 centre from the l.a. lakers
(you must’ve been nervous)
I knew i could take him
Scared the shaq, psyche him out
I said o’neal, you’re in my house now
Start the game the whistle blows
Pay attention close as the story goes…
Chorus
It’s like boom (boom)
I put it in the hoop
Like slam (slam)
I heard the crowd screaming
Out jam (jam)
I swear that i’m telling you the facts
Cuz that’s how i beat shaq
X2
So check it out
I thought i had the lead
But then he started scoring mad points on me
I was scoring up bricks
Was he hitting those shots?
I knew that there was a way that i could make it stop
I had a plan, i could change the pace
I said, yo shaq you didn’t tie your shoelace
He looked down, i stole the ball
I’m taking him the ???? now watch me all
A 3-pointer, nothing but net
Come on shaq, had enough yet?
Down by two, i’m catching up
I guess he’s getting nervous
Cuz he got no luck
Chorus
Dunk after dunk
Jam after jam
Cheerleaders are cheering
Aaron’s the man
X 2
Annonced were shot
I couldn’t believe it was real
(i can’t believe a kid just stuffed o’neal)
One more second, was all that remained
I put the ball up
I put him in shame
I must admit that it sounds real crazy
But the ball went in
Then he cried like a baby
Sorry shaq, i should’ve let you win
You’re good too
And we can still be friends
The fans went nuts
They put me on their shoulders
Then i heard a voice
And it sounded like my mother’s
(get up for school, you’re gonna be late!)
Ma, can’t you see that i’m playing the game?
(how you could be playing if you’re still in bed?)
(are you gettin’ sick, did you hit your head?)
Aw, man it was all a dream
I guess that kinda thing could never happen to me
If it was a dream and it wasn’t real
How’d i get a jersey with the name o’neal?
Woah…
Chorus
