Moe Iba
Henry "Moe" Iba Jr. (born May 31, 1939) is an American basketball coach. He coached the University of Memphis from 1966 to 1970, the University of Nebraska–Lincoln from 1980 to 1986, and Texas Christian University from 1987 to 1994.
Iba graduated from Oklahoma State University in 1962. His father was Henry Iba, the legendary Oklahoma State coach who developed the motion offense.
Texas Western
During the 1965-66 basketball season, Iba was an assistant coach for Don Haskins at Texas Western. Texas Western won the NCAA Men's Basketball Championship.
This achievement was depicted in the film Glory Road and Iba was portrayed on screen by Evan Jones.
Career coaching
After college he got his first job as the freshman coach at Texas Western under Don Haskins. He was at Texas Western until 1966. After the '66 season, Moe was hired to coach Memphis State University replacing Dean Ehlers. A great recruiter, he recruited Larry Finch and Ronnie Robinson, two local Memphis legends to come to Memphis State. He was, however, let go after a 6-20 season in '69-'70 and never got to coach them on a collegiate level, but left his mark on the city when Gene Bartow took those recruits and added a few others and went to the NCAA finals in 1973. After leaving Memphis State, Moe got a position as an assistant coach at Nebraska and stayed in that position for 8 years. He was named acting head coach when Joe Cipriano became ill with cancer. He replaced Cipriano in 1980 and was head coach at Nebraska until 1986. Iba's teams there achieved 3 NITs and one NCAA bid, the only NCAA appearance in the school's history to that date. He was an assistant at Drake in 1986-1987 and was then hired at the head coach at TCU where he stayed until 1994.
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Stand Up
by: M.O.P.[Lil' Fame]
We don't say put your hands up, nigga stand up!
Yeah.. (STAND UP!)
Hahahaha.. yeah!
Hear me though, hear me though - heh, yeah
You see it! Say what? You see it!
Uh, uh (STAND UP!)
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
I'm back in the fuck up in this bitch (who dat?) Me bitch (who dat?)
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shit in, when I aim
Yo you try to get a name, but ain't, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang (go 'head) bells they still rang (uh-huh)
Now who the lame that wan' tangle with Lil' Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up - STAND UP!
(AAAAAAHHHH!!!) How you like me now?
That +Kool Moe Pee+ shit nigga, put it down
Yo I need to silence the gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga through child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
("First Fam, ridiculous!")
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
[Fame] We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
You gotta get it, cause you nah lissen
Dump off your body, send your whole family to 'gwan fishin
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame! I agree, fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cause I'm a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude
Write my name across your belly BRBRBRBRBRBRBR clap a dude!
Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in (c'mon)
It's so amazin (why?) We still blazin
Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be scrapin your canteloupe off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and yo' chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American (slash) pretty boy
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
I done figured it out (what's that?)
They don't want us to shine (true!)
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin (buk buk buk buk buk buk)
Listen, is it me or the industry don't understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks nigga
(AAAAHHHHH!) What! Who gon' tame me?
I'm a bad block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
{*censored*} is my time to shine, that's that
(Take it easy!) Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
Fizzy Wo' (suckers never played us)
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slant up from the right side left five in one fist
(Shaddup!) Shutup! Now you wanna show love?
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it.. (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Outro: M.O.P.]
First Fam, ridiculous!
Violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get with us, homeskillet
cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit hus
Cause we holdin (classin) loadin (blastin)
Strollin (crashin) rollin (MASHIN!!)