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Shaq's got it made, Diesel in the house
Big up to Special Ed
Fellas don't like me, who cares
Hahahahahaha
I got it made, ahhhh, nice
(VERSE 1)
Shaq's your idol, your highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I speak like Beto Bruno
So understand I got the gift of hoop
And it's a blessin, so listen to the lyrics I shoot
I talk sense, condense into the form of a rhyme
Yo, I'm not Niannian but I'm in my prime time
I'm kinda young with this man's style maturity
Big Jerome and Uncle Mike handle security
I feel good when my joint is played
To put it short, Shaq's got it made
(VERSE 2)
I'm outspoken, my hoop style is broken into a slang
But it's just a dumb collect that I select when I hang
On the rim, cause hangin is all that I'm about
Just hangin with that twism, yo, we bustin it out
I freaks the flow with this tongue, that's the style that I use
I'm Superman, superior, yo, I never lose
I never lost, big boss, never will
Cause I'm still big one, chief one, won't lose until
Never, never, never, never retreat
I run you over with these feet and leave you dead in the street
You invitin me, a titan, to a battle, why?
Who needs your respect, cause Shaq's got it made
(VERSE 3)
I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted
Crazy loot, so I shoplifted
I got the cash, some fools, yo, be frontin
I made a million dollars last record that I cut and
My name is Shaq O'Neal and I'm a super superstar
Every other day I want a brand new car
Got 50, that's nifty, and I still want more
Been drivin a Ferrari since '74
I got my girlie to fulfill my needs
I got a house and some land in North Jersey
Even got a little island of my very own
I got three dogs, they all got solid gold bones
Got less than two accounts, the accounts I spend
Got a treaty with Bahamas cause I own a percent
Shaq gear I wear for every day
Boutiques from China to the U.S.A
And I make all the money from the dunks I invent
So it really doesn't matter how much I spend
Because, yo, I make fresh dunks daily
You burn Shaq? Really?
Think, just blink and I dunked a million times
Just imagine if I dunked a million rhymes
Damn, I'd be paid
To put it short, I got it made
(VERSE 4)
I'm kinda spoiled cause everything I want I got made
Ask my moms, got everything from cotton to suede
I want my check, I don't beg, I just get paid
My hair was growin too long, so I cut off my fade
And when my dishes got dirty, I got me a maid
And if the weather is hot, I buy a house in the shade
I'm wise because I rise to the top of my grade
Wantin peace on earth, so to God I pray
Some hoopers uptown thought I was afraid
They couldn't harm me, I got the twism brigade
Now who is greater if what you got is greater than great
But may be late cause my mom made me fried chicken souffle
I got it made
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