歌曲 | I'm Outstanding |
歌手 | Shaquille O'Neal |
专辑 | The Best Of Shaquille O'Neal |
I was born three six seven eighteen with [unverified] on the wisdom | |
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte | |
That means I'm gifted from the get-go | |
Mom's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' | |
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense | |
Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince | |
Times are hard, times are rough | |
Didn't have 'Toys R Us' toys, but I had enough love | |
Plus the guidance from above | |
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove | |
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me | |
Then there were a few times when dad had to scold me | |
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling | |
Didn't want me wheeling and get to drug dealing | |
Remember when you asked me this one day | |
Who I wanna be like, I said, Dr J | |
Then you said, good, now you gotta go | |
Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole | |
Mom cracked a smile, daddy gave a frown | |
I said to myself, I can't let them down | |
So make way, I'm coming in for a landing | |
And nothing's gonna stop me from being outstanding | |
I'm outstanding | |
Now let's skip to the time when I was fifteen | |
Shaq is in the house, no, Shaq is on the scene | |
Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors | |
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper | |
Now, a role model, I mean a role figure | |
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? | |
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly | |
Then I remember what mom and dad told me | |
Remember this, son, do all the runs | |
Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from | |
You're young, gifted and Black | |
If they can't say, Shaquille O'Neal then make 'em scream, ‽Shaq†| |
Like the fam' do, in the stands who | |
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, ahh ooh | |
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge | |
Make that gift and now it's time for me to fulfill my dream | |
To be in the [unverified] like Dakeem | |
I'll make the backboards shatter | |
Fans chit-chatter | |
Even make the other [unverified] get madder | |
That's me, who can it be? | |
The master of disaster, seven foot three | |
Brother, ain't no other in the nation | |
I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation | |
I'm outstanding | |
I'm outstanding | |
'Cause now I'm outstanding, wave your hands and pump your fist | |
When I'm on the court you know it's strictly swish | |
'Cause there's some things that I gotta' do | |
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq-shoe | |
And now it's time to take care of business | |
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis | |
Scott, but I won't stop, gotta' keep striving until I reach the top | |
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain, I flow like a fountain | |
Peace, I gotta' go and I'm out and | |
But before I go, wave your hands | |
Peace to all my family, friends and fam | |
I'm outstanding |
I was born three six seven eighteen with unverified on the wisdom | |
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte | |
That means I' m gifted from the getgo | |
Mom' s you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' | |
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense | |
Didn' t live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince | |
Times are hard, times are rough | |
Didn' t have ' Toys R Us' toys, but I had enough love | |
Plus the guidance from above | |
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove | |
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me | |
Then there were a few times when dad had to scold me | |
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling | |
Didn' t want me wheeling and get to drug dealing | |
Remember when you asked me this one day | |
Who I wanna be like, I said, Dr J | |
Then you said, good, now you gotta go | |
Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole | |
Mom cracked a smile, daddy gave a frown | |
I said to myself, I can' t let them down | |
So make way, I' m coming in for a landing | |
And nothing' s gonna stop me from being outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
Now let' s skip to the time when I was fifteen | |
Shaq is in the house, no, Shaq is on the scene | |
Now my name' s in papers, girls caught the vapors | |
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper | |
Now, a role model, I mean a role figure | |
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? | |
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly | |
Then I remember what mom and dad told me | |
Remember this, son, do all the runs | |
Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from | |
You' re young, gifted and Black | |
If they can' t say, Shaquille O' Neal then make ' em scream, Shaq | |
Like the fam' do, in the stands who | |
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, ahh ooh | |
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge | |
Make that gift and now it' s time for me to fulfill my dream | |
To be in the unverified like Dakeem | |
I' ll make the backboards shatter | |
Fans chitchatter | |
Even make the other unverified get madder | |
That' s me, who can it be? | |
The master of disaster, seven foot three | |
Brother, ain' t no other in the nation | |
I' m born from my mother but I' m God' s creation | |
I' m outstanding | |
I' m outstanding | |
' Cause now I' m outstanding, wave your hands and pump your fist | |
When I' m on the court you know it' s strictly swish | |
' Cause there' s some things that I gotta' do | |
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaqshoe | |
And now it' s time to take care of business | |
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis | |
Scott, but I won' t stop, gotta' keep striving until I reach the top | |
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain, I flow like a fountain | |
Peace, I gotta' go and I' m out and | |
But before I go, wave your hands | |
Peace to all my family, friends and fam | |
I' m outstanding |