Lil' Flip - The Champ is Here lyrics

[Lil' Flip] I know you like the way I murder the track But I still be in the hood with a bird of that crack In the burgundy 'llac with, peanut bu*ter guts The fiends run up to my truck for them peanut bu*ter cups Yeah, I pack tools like a handyman Without a ice cream truck I'm still a _Candyman_ Yeah, just say my name five times in the mirror And I'ma show yo' a** the true meanin of terror Yeah, we cut your lights out, bring the metal pipes out Memorial weekend, we bring the bikes out The drop vipes out (vroom), the white Nikes out The black strippers, plus the white dykes out We call 'em kissin cousins, yeah kiss your cousin Ain't it a shame these hoes lick dick and kiss they husband Now that's foul play, and baby girl I gotta check yo' ID, I ain't Mike, no child's play I do the sh** that cain't be done Lil' Flip and Zab Judah, we the champions n***a October 2nd we gon' teach y'all a lesson (b**h) I bet you can't go around with the Smith & Wesson b**h! The champ is here (Hot damn man f** with your folk man) (Stat Quo came down there boy) (On this motherf**in Da Bottom Part 2 for you b**h-a** n***as, you understand me?)