Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Champ, artist - Robert Randolph. Album song Pop, Lock & Drop It, From "Stomp the Yard", in the genre ПопDate of issue: 17.11.2014
Record label: Cool Tunes
Song language: English
The Champ |
| This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached |
| He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back |
| He’s an animal |
| He’s hungry |
| You ain’t been hungry since «Supreme Clientele» |
| Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) |
| You wanted to be a killer (New York stand Up) |
| You wanted to be the Champ! |
| (It's got your boy in the booth nigga) |
| You ain’t hungry |
| Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym ('bout to take New York with this |
| shit) |
| Get out of my ring, you disgust me Godzilla bankroll |
| Stones from Stilion |
| Yo I ain’t got it all, that means I’m barely home |
| Trailblazer stay ballin |
| Revenge is my arts is crafty darts |
| While y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy |
| Wonderin’how did y’all niggaz get past me I been doin’this before Nas dropped the Nasty |
| My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I sent 'em up My raps y’all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got his money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what |
| Ya’ll staring at the angel of death |
| Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh |
| This is architect music |
| I’m a verbal street opera, pop a Tek man fully got the projects booming indeed |
| I ran through the tunnel |
| Terrorize speed |
| That’s when I was still in the jungle slingin’that D Get out my face! |
| I don’t need nothin’you got no mo'. |
| Don’t need no has-been messin’up my corner |
| And you better get that bad look off your face for I knock it off |
| Hey fool, you ready for another beating? |
| You shoulda never came back |
| Look here man, after I crucify him, you next! |
| And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face |
| I’m the Champ! |
| Who want to battle the Don? |
| I’m James Bond in the Octagon with two razors |
| Bet cha’all didn’t know I had a fake arm |
| I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin’it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds |
| My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco |
| Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy |
| When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite |
| Or get you bumped off from the inside |
| Jaws is hanging |
| Frauds is left in they drawers, on the floor complaining |
| Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans |
| Stay in your place dirt born rappers get shadow-boxed for training |
| Ya’ll still eatin bacon |
| Gettin’out while you can? |
| Don’t give this nigga no statue give him death |
| I told y’all I wasn’t going away |
| You had your shot now give me mine |
| Now why don’t you tell all these nice folks why you been ducking me, |
| politics man |
| This country wants to keep me down |
| They don’t want me to have the title |
| Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there |
| Ask his woman--she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed |
| I’m the Champ! |
| I’m like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table |
| Half a mil on my left ankle |
| Terrycloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable |
| Bring me a nice bitch that means I’ll fuck with you |
| My swagger is Mick Jagger, Stones is Rollin' |
| Prestige is cut to a tee, sparkin’weed went up The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp |
| Sproutin’in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants |
| And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl run to the toilet and vomit |
| Back East summer MC king since Cuban |
| Pretty Tone Iron Man Bulletproof and Supreme |
| Proof and you double deuce in the jeans |
| My man Snake was on the floor with the motherlode both of them green |
| IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots, rap belts belong to D.C. |
| Listen I am bad, I said I am bad |
| I’m a bad man |
| I’m so bad sometimes I scares myself |
| Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty |
| Now who am I (The Man!) |
| Now who am I (The Man!) |
| Who (The Man!) |
| That’s right and don’t y’all forget it! |
| Ladies and gentlemen! |
| The winner by way of technical knockout and still champion of the worrrrrrrrld |
| Ghostface Killllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |