Kool Keith - N.B.A. lyrics

Yeah a message to the NBA
("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
NBA 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 niggas 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
Y'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 y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suit's
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")
PISS, on the NBA ("well that's alright")
NBA niggas! National Basketball Association
NBA bitches! (NBA play)
National Basketball Association
(The NBA association)

Singer ad libs

(NBA niggas, house niggas
Slave owner niggas)