Thats How I Beat Shaq Lyrics by Aaron Carter

Thats How I Beat Shaq Lyrics

    And it goes, and it goes
    And it goes a little something like this

    Hit it!
    Aaron's in the house
    Come on
    Here we go
    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, 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
    Scared the shaq, psyche him out
    I said o'neal, you're in my house now
    Start the game the whistle blows
    Pay attention close as the story goes...

    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
    Cuz that's how i beat shaq

    So check it out
    I thought i had the lead
    But then he started scoring mad points on me
    I was scoring up bricks
    Was he hitting those shots?
    I knew that there was a way that i could make it stop

    I had a plan, 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 the ???? 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 he's getting nervous
    Cuz he got no luck


    Dunk after dunk
    Jam after jam
    Cheerleaders are cheering
    Aaron's the man
    X 2

    Annonced were shot
    I 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

    If it was a dream and it wasn't real

    How'd i get a jersey with the name o'neal?