We Are The Champions Lyrics

Kanye West

Kanye West - We Are The Champions Lyrics

Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc...

This shit right here... The Roc Army...

Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...

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 CEO

Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team

What y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never

I'm just a little mad at niggaz 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

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 niggaz didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)

That's my motherfuckin producer

This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers!

Well Dame if these niggaz 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 niggaz do t-terrible things

How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'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 nigga 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, yeahhhhh

If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air

Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck 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 labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors

Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!

Fuck 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 nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella

Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time)

No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

Now that's what the fuck 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 niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically!

Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your career ended

Leave us the fuck alone, let us roc!

We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. - HOLLA!

I'm here Dame, I'm here, Killa

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 fuck 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 drugs

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 suck

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

Shit, 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 killa Cam

Uhhh... DICK SUCK BITCH!

- overlaps the end of Cam's verse

What y'all thought I was finished?

I'm not! I just recuited somebody new!

I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit

I mean I'm rich like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys swarmin oh my god

It's the newest power forw

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