I Hate 2 Brag

Lyrics

[Intro: Speaker 1 and Speaker 2] — 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'? [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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') [Verse 2] (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? [Hook] 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') [Interlude] (Step in the jam and slam!) (People playing basketball) (Step in the jam and slam!) (Step in the jam and slam!) [Verse 3] 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 [Hook] 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')