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Shaquille O'Neal - Where Ya At? (Feat. Phife Dawg) (Instrumental) [Reproduced by M.L.J.]
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaquille O'Neal
Shaquille O'Neal
Songwriter
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Yo, yo, I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Yo, yo, I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife Dawg, I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (I'm over here)
Get on the microphone and just rip the track
[Verse 2]
Who the hell is Shaq Attack? You better read the paper
Treat me like Biz Markie, you better catch a vapor
I've got mad props, so why would you exploit?
Punch you in the face like that kid from Detroit
[Verse 3]
Really, yo, you better ask MC Hammer
'Bout this bad mama jama
Tall kid with the hoopa-hypa-lipta-gramma
[Verse 4]
Watch out, yo, it's time for MC bashin'
Got more loot than my man, Johnny Cash and
I'm hard like a 360 twice jam
Ask Doctor Dré and Ed Lover who's the man?
[Verse 5]
I'm sure they'll say me
Brother, please don't play me like a shrimp
Dunk it on your head, then I'll point like Shawn Kemp
Don't need to drink crooked eye juice to get loose
My favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the moose
[Verse 6]
I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol
Yes, yes, y'all, call me Ed Jones, 'cause I'm too tall
Put the rhyme between my legs, then I score
Nevermind a whore, I wanna do a fat tour
Come freak the style that the big Michelle display
You know the style, that be my forte
[Verse 7]
Hey, Phife, where you at? (I'm over here)
Yo, Phife, where you at? (Hey, yo, I'm over here)
Hey, yo, Phife, where you at? (You know I'm over here)
Yo, Phife, where you at? (I'm over here)
Phife Dawg, where you at? (Ayo, I'm over here)
Yo, Phife, where you at? (Phife Dawg is over here)
Hey, yo, Phife, where you at? (Hey, yo, I'm over here)
Get on the microphone and rip a funky track
[Verse 8]
It's the Phife and Shaq mission, plus Shaheed's got the goods
Makin' rough daddy jams, knockin' harder than wood
Make you boogie with the fly Armstrong crew
Phife Dawg and Shaq Fu, this is how we do
[Verse 9]
Funky renditions, there's no competition
Split MCs apart as if their group was New Edition
Make MCs hush, stop, look, and listen
It's hard to comprehend, so they commence the reminiscin'
[Verse 10]
Far from an amateur, microphone damager
End your whole career, beat down your manager
Never was a herb, kick you to the curb
There's more to my attitude than the city of Johannesburg
[Verse 11]
Styles are mean, but this year, they're even meaner
Carryin' chips on my shoulder, so call me Sarafina
Guaranteein'  Jimmy Martin pissin' and fartin'
Mess around with this and you'll be on a milk carton
[Verse 12]
MCs don't like me, I say, "Tough titties"
Blow up the spot like my man from Jersey City
People always askin', "Why is Phife so cocky?"
I gotta be good at something, 'cause I can't play hockey
You know the status and the status is live
The first draft pick for the label called Jive
[Verse 13]
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (I'm over here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm right here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm over here)
Yo, big Shaq, where you at? (Yo, Phife, I'm over here)
Ayo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm right here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife Dawg, I'm right here)
Yo, Shaq, where you at? (Phife, I'm over here)
You can't front on the track, 'cause the track is phat (Yo)
[Verse 14]
Here I am again, you better call the cops
Pump up your Reeboks and you just don't stop
I got mad styles, you better sit and watch
I can kick it like, "Hee, hee," then I'll grab my crotch
[Verse 15]
Yo, it's 1993, I mean nineteen-ninety-Shaq
Whatever year it is, the Shaq will never slack
Givin' mad shouts to my homies up in Newark
On and off the court, you know I do work
[Verse 16]
Peace to that dawg and peace to this dawg
Here comes Phife Dawg, A.K.A. the top dog
World's greatest five-footer, as if you didn't know
Rhymes like the Lord's lessons, they constantly flow
[Verse 17]
MCs need to step on, you see how they done got torn
As long as the mic's on, that's when I get my run on
Battle anybody, bring your whole crew
You want the short black eskimo, come see me in my igloo
[Verse 18]
Nasty like vomit, couldn't clean it with Comet
Psycho like the Lords, crazy like Onyx
Forget the he said, she said, concentrate just on the flow
Phife Dawg signin' off, enjoy the rest of the show
[Verse 19]
(Yo, Shaq, where you at?) I'm over here
Yo, Phife, where you at? (I'm over here)
(Big Shaq, where you at?) I'm over here
Yo, Phife, where you at? (I'm over here)
(Yo, Shaq, where you at?) I'm over here
3-D, where you at? (He's over there)
(Big Chris, where you at?) He's over there
Nick Ander, where you at? (He's over there)
[Verse 20]
Yo, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check-check-check-check, check it out
[Verse 21]
Yo, yo, yo
We got the ill-type flow
Yo, yo, yo
My man Tip, where you at?
Shaheed is in the house
I love you, mommy
Written by: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Shaquille O'Neal
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