Shoot Pass Slam

[Intro: Ken Dawg]

Word 'em up

Ken Dawg and Shaq Attack in the house for the nine tre, nine quad

Yo, we from Newark so you know we representin'

Yo, E, bring it in

[Chorus]

Do you want me to shoot it? (No!)

Do you want me to pass it? (No!)

Do you want me to slam? (Yeah!)

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way now

[Verse 1: Shaquille O'Neal and Ken Dawg]

Yo, yo, it's the Ken Dawg

What about the Shaq Attack?

Where's our hook, black? Yo, yo, we don't need that

Now it's time for me to get wide open

I start smoking, I am no joke, the Shaq has spoken

I dominate my competition

And bust them with the ammunition

And chew my old opposition

A mad brother from the dunk planet

Who controls it? Not Janet, you better can it

You better believe I'm coming hardcore for the cause

You better pause before I bust a hole in yours

The Shaq-a-tocious, the tall human being

You catch Shaq and Ken Dawg in the coliseum

You better make way and stop 'cause I'm hostile

I get hype like church choirs singing gospel

Pass the ball or the mic, whatever suit ya

Give it away, give it away now, before I boot ya

Shaq Attack laying low key so don't knock me

Or try to stop me, I got skills like Mr. Miyagi

I wax on and stay on, so back up

I roll with the Dunk Mob

I'm a rookie, Clint Eastwood, Martin Sheen (Ahhh!)

Leave me alone, I'm turning green

When I get green, I get cock diesel

Then I piggity-piggity-piggity-piggity-piggity-pop goes the weasel

My, my, my, Shaq can kick it

Ask Ice Cube; O'Shea Jackson, am I wicked?

Wicked, rugged, I can score a bucket

Bases loaded, knock it out the park like Kirby Puckett

A-tisket, a-tasket, I rip down a basket

(Yo, Shaq, can you rock the mic?) How can you ask it?

I flow like a stream, better yet, a river

You need to call me "Mailman" since Karl can't deliver rhymes like I can

Hit you with my Shaq Attack and backhand to Thailand

Women call me "Rackman"

Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago

I'm strong and cocky like Ivan Drago

I hop-hop, hip-hip

Check out the way I rip-rip

Upset to your stomach, plop-plop, pip-pip

Sharp as a dagger, call me Shaq Attacker

I love Jim Valvano, forget Jimmy Swaggart

I'm a mack, you better back off me

I left a bad taste in your mouth, like boogers and toffee

[Chorus]

Do you want me to shoot it? (No!)

Do you want me to pass it? (No!)

Do you want me to slam? (Yeah!)

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way now

[Verse 2: Shaquille O'Neal]

Ali, Ali, Ali, boma

Go tell your pops and your mama

That Shaq is the man, period, comma

Mark of salutation, here's my next quote

I'ma kick it like primates, sike, nope

I'm a Sermon like Erick, a Coleman like Derrick

Supercalifragilistic, Shaq is not generic

I'm half-man, half-child, you know the rumor

(They say, "You couldn't rap, Shaq!") Why did they assume-a?

I could flow like water coming out a faucet

But if you've got a basketball, E, won't you toss it off the glass

Watch me dunk on they ass

I give leaders to the past (Word, goddamn!)

You see this is fact not fictionary

Do me a favor, look up "Shaq" in the dictionary

I'm sure you'll see a picture of me, brother

I love Lucille Harrison (Who's that, Shaq?)

That's my mother

[Refrain]

Shoot it?

(No!)

Do you want me to pass it?

(No!)

Do you want me to slam it?

(Yeah!)

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way now

Do you want me to shoot it?

(No!)

Do you want me to pass it?

(No!)

Do you want me to slam?

(Yeah!)

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way now