And it goes, and it goes And it goes a little Something like this Hit it Aaron's in the house Come on Get up get up I wanna make it bounce Here we go Aaron's in the house Get up get up 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, Do 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 Stared' at Shaq, Psyche him out I said O'Neal, You're in my house now Start the game the whistle blows Pay attention close 'Cause 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 'Cause 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 scorin' the bricks Was he hitting those shots? I knew that there was a way That I could make it stop I had a plan, that 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 To school 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 your getting nervous 'Cause you already lost
Dunk after dunk Jam after jam Cheerleaders are cheering Aaron's the man (x2)
Announcers were shocked 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
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