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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...

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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

X2

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 scoon 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 already lost

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Dunk after dunk

Jam after jam

Cheerleaders are cheering

Aaron's the man

X 2

Annoncers 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 could you 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?

Woah...

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