Kool Keith - Giant Stadium lyrics
[Kool Keith - Giant Stadium lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah! Tri-state area
Live in New Jersey
And motherfuckin Giant Stadium
Live for the first time
Live on stage the motherfuckin Commi$$ion
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Please stand in line, please, stand in line
We just now been confirmed
That's tonight main event has been sold out
I'm that new fuckin product
They chose over Ray Allen
While the coaches scream
The uniform on each teams are cheap
Look at the roster everybody
This general manager signed got no talent
He's not thinkin I'm out to
Interfere with his offense
The league sees me
Pull the rims out the glass like Dawkins
Bruce Rattner can't match the contract
Reebok's fuckin up, with bad shoes
My agent got me eight thousand one billion
A dollar deal just once a
Week to wear New Balance
You a freshman junior nigga the
Seniors keep you silenced
Graduation you not goin pro you
Won't make it H-O
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
When you speak of legends make
Sure you mention my name
I'm the last don standin
When I spark the flame
My name been ringin bells before
Coke got stepped on
When Harlem was the mecca
Out of town cats were slept on
Labels scared to sign me they say
My shit is too raw
The only reason niggas is still breathin
Cause they roll with the law
People say I changed
But I'm just a little calmer
I clutch so many guns motherfuckers
Oughta call me Palmer
Think of somethin sweet I'll put 5
Up in your cheekbone
I oughta get honored for every coward
I touched with the chrome
Dope seller, hood fella
Some say I'm worse than Suge
I'm a Harlem Knight f'real 'til the
Day I'ma rep my hood
Check my file dawg I spent 12 years in a cell
Then it's back to clutchin heat
If this rap shit fail'!
Carbo-hybo-spaghetti will make you
Niggas mo' stronger
Too much milk and powder will
Fuck up your muscles
I warned you, you can't play forward
And backaway with that bullshit
Off the rim shot
Just got off waivers, I'll make your team hot
Coach you up and coming
Give y'all the championship you don't got
Make your crew practice and run track a lot
You might pack a spot
Win two games out of 160 it can't be
You know I can't be injured
Before the season stop
Because y'all bitch up and miss me
Dunk on motherfuckers more harder
When they diss me
Then chicken niggas they turn crispy
I leave 'em sniffed up
Alley where the piss be
They girl happy for pennies
Motherfucker count this G
Minutes on the court
You bastards can't get mad
I let y'all play a 2 or 3
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
Live in New Jersey
And motherfuckin Giant Stadium
Live for the first time
Live on stage the motherfuckin Commi$$ion
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Please stand in line, please, stand in line
We just now been confirmed
That's tonight main event has been sold out
I'm that new fuckin product
They chose over Ray Allen
While the coaches scream
The uniform on each teams are cheap
Look at the roster everybody
This general manager signed got no talent
He's not thinkin I'm out to
Interfere with his offense
The league sees me
Pull the rims out the glass like Dawkins
Bruce Rattner can't match the contract
Reebok's fuckin up, with bad shoes
My agent got me eight thousand one billion
A dollar deal just once a
Week to wear New Balance
You a freshman junior nigga the
Seniors keep you silenced
Graduation you not goin pro you
Won't make it H-O
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
When you speak of legends make
Sure you mention my name
I'm the last don standin
When I spark the flame
My name been ringin bells before
Coke got stepped on
When Harlem was the mecca
Out of town cats were slept on
Labels scared to sign me they say
My shit is too raw
The only reason niggas is still breathin
Cause they roll with the law
People say I changed
But I'm just a little calmer
I clutch so many guns motherfuckers
Oughta call me Palmer
Think of somethin sweet I'll put 5
Up in your cheekbone
I oughta get honored for every coward
I touched with the chrome
Dope seller, hood fella
Some say I'm worse than Suge
I'm a Harlem Knight f'real 'til the
Day I'ma rep my hood
Check my file dawg I spent 12 years in a cell
Then it's back to clutchin heat
If this rap shit fail'!
Carbo-hybo-spaghetti will make you
Niggas mo' stronger
Too much milk and powder will
Fuck up your muscles
I warned you, you can't play forward
And backaway with that bullshit
Off the rim shot
Just got off waivers, I'll make your team hot
Coach you up and coming
Give y'all the championship you don't got
Make your crew practice and run track a lot
You might pack a spot
Win two games out of 160 it can't be
You know I can't be injured
Before the season stop
Because y'all bitch up and miss me
Dunk on motherfuckers more harder
When they diss me
Then chicken niggas they turn crispy
I leave 'em sniffed up
Alley where the piss be
They girl happy for pennies
Motherfucker count this G
Minutes on the court
You bastards can't get mad
I let y'all play a 2 or 3
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!