DAME DASH - Champions lyrics

Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm The Roc This sh** right here The Roc Army Dame Dash Presents The Dream Team n***as Word Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime I've done my sentence But committed no crime I've done my sentence But committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go on and on and on and on Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame Dash the C-E-O Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team What y'all n***as thought I was gonna rap? Never I'm just a little mad at n***az comin at my neck Like my Team ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin? Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway [Chorus:] We are the champions, my friend And we'll keep on fighting, to the end We are the champions, we are the champions No time for losers Cause we are the champions, of the world Got damn Kanye! I bet n***as didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't) That's my motherf**in producer This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers! Well Dame if these n***as thought about they self for a change Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change I done seen jealousy make n***as do t-terrible things How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea sh**'ll never change That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions Spend a lot of time in Hampt-I-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a n***a feal just like 'Pac Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeah If you feelin this here, throw your f**in hands in the air [Chorus] Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby f** them other labels baby And we been duckin' shots from all them haters lately We gettin' paper baby, them others tryin to keep up We on top, so I guess we they saviors - NOPE! We labeled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW! f** they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, sig! What? Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas Order helicopter fellas, nig-ga! I'm a Roc-A-Fella What n***a for Roc-A-Fella sh** I will rock a fella Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my sh** one time) No we the illest n***as realest, I will k** these n***as! Now that's what the f** I'm talkin bout! And you wonder why I'm proud of my family? And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap? I got n***az that will a**a**inate you B, lyrically! Really shut you the f** down!! Don't get your career ended Leave us the f** alone, let us roc! We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. holla! I'm here Dame, I'm here, k**a This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate Listen to tapes everyday a frisk was at stake Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes And f** a bathroom, I pissed on the gate Flipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates I got plans that was better than jail Now look we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and Magic Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe My gats will de-tatch you homie And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless d** For the Roc Fam dog I extend my love Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the bridge Tossin they wigs make corpse of they kids Free, O, Sparks and Mack Mittens I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac clip in I stack chips and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in Louis Vuitton loughers, hat drippin I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and s** I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up My lawyer eat 'em up put bars behind me I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me sh**, it had three felons, gun shooters no 50 cal. A.C.P. Bazooka Joe Don't be stupid though, I get scrilla man I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's k**a Cam Uh dick s** b**h! [Chorus] What y'all thought I was finished? I'm not! I just recuited somebody new! I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this sh** I mean I'm rich like him, HOLLA! Everybody's swarmin' oh my god It's the newest power forward of the squad A legacy like Jordan with the mob That be known for breakin' motherf**ers hard Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ring f** a battle n***a I'm a get them thangs Rollin with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi Twista gone make em spit the game I represent the mob to the fullest You don't want it with that boy who's known to pull it With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team I'm fin' to be the sh** no matter which way you put it They blessed a n***a in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone Takin it to some motherf**ers domes Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm gone Fillin my body with lead, clutchin' chrome Take it to your gut, take it to your chest I be more provokin' when I'm smokin' sess And we gettin' stronger hope you got a vest Already got them macs, already got them techs Served a few dimes, Beans got pearls Legendary we on top of the world How could you haters think we can be done Hold it down because we got champions!! [Chorus] Dame dash, presents the dream team, part one!