Shaquille O’Neal - I Hate 2 Brag lyrics

Hello? Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Let me speak to Def Jef who's calling?
I'm not talking to you
Musty under-arm odour-breath! I wanna talk to
Def Jef last song he did with Shaq
Shaq was pretty braggadocious i want
Shaq to be braggadocious all the way
Know what I'm sayin'?

Once again, it's time to get braggadocious
The tall human being, that's right
Shaq-a-tocious
Check out my lyrical slam-slam
Watch me flim-flam-flam
My refractor click-clacks
I biggity-bish the bam bam
Punk be sleepin' on my skills
Magic pay me mils and my bills
Now I should move to Beverly Hills (uh oh)
Naw, I'm jokin', backboards are broken


I grab the cord to the mic and start chokin'
Like I can't breathe, runnin' out of breath
I dribble the microphone between my legs
Right to left
I got my second wind now, you better back up
Shaq Attack up, it's gonna act up
Don't make me crack up
Those skills, I bring it
Alarm, already ringin'
I duh, duh, d– d– duh, now watch me ding it
I kick rhymes like a real rapper should
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good

I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')

(Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh) Ah
Shut up!
And Phife and Q Tip, am I smooth like butter?
The sweet, the sheer ferocity
Runnin' right through me
I briggity-broke the backs of those
Who tried to do me my game is mad agile
Your fame is mad fragile
I shoot you with my lyrical tongue
Click-click
I can flow like pee coming out you-know-what
Or some dookie, diarrhea coming out your butt
I'm nasty, disgusting, oh, my, pew-wee
I floats like a butterfly and
Sting like a bee
I kill Super Mario, Batman's back
Even the He-Man ain't got the
Powers like the Shaq Attack
(Who do you think you are?) i'm a star
If it's in my checking account
Buy your moms the car
I end agony and silence the shame
(Man, you ain't all that)
Brother, do you know my name?

I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')

(Step in the jam and slam)
(People playing basketball)
(Step in the jam and slam)
(Step in the jam and slam)

You know what? You better listen to the news
I'm dynamite and I write
With a slow-burning fuse
I'm the lord of the underground, dunk, funk
Treat me like a big
Criss-cross, you better jump, punk
'Cause, I'm Muhammad like Ali
I'm hot like tamale
I hang with Mr cooper, ask Ali
And my tall dog handsome, all that and some
And deuce your proposal, I want my ransom
I'm 100% like orange juice
Call me Shaq Brown
I feel like bustin' loose, watch out
The funky hooper i eh– eh– eh– eh– eh–
Sorry, I made a blooper
Then I come back like you know I'm hard
For the Ninth Ward word to God
I'm cool like a breeze through the trees
Finished rapping, no autographs please

I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(You all can't ball! You all can't ball)
I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good
(I dribble the words like basketball to
Take the kids to bouncin')