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kicking her out
I'll rather be by myself in a drought
This shit is serious, but this rap shit I do it for fun
Champ a lethal weapon
My flow the bullets, my

Uncle Champ
(my Uncle Champ)
With my back against the wall
I'm the people's champ (champ)
Hey, I got stripes, no Mills Lanes
Switchin' both lanes
White

a lotta them a whole lotta them
Get the picture straight you a heavyweight
Champ of the world
Champ of the world
Champ of the world 
Champ of the world
Even

niggas gettin' dough
Sellin' pot, weed up in my sock
Meet me on the block, by the mailbox
Champ
Hell yea, man
You know what the fuck we doin', man
This

The champ is here
Walked in this black, all black, I'ma villian
Drop top, in the coupe in the Benz with no ceilin'
Took your bitch, you just mad, in

The champ is here
Up in the hills she gon' twerk some'n (Yea)
Pop me a perc (Yea), I can't feel none'n (Yea)
All these niggas hatin', man, they look

Champ, uh, what?
Ch-ka-ch-ka-champ
Yea, mm
Lookin' for the, ha

Mama used to kick it off 181st
She was grindin' with my pops just to make it

What? Champ (Champ, Champ)
Ouu, yea, uh, what? (Yea)
Cool as a fan (Cool as a fan)
Nah, hell nah
You know what it is (Yea, uh)
Cool as a Ice Cube,

The city of love
Feeling more famous than
The city of love
Bardot
Jeanne Moreau
Go out tonight
Steal the show
Père Lachaise
Le Marais
Balader down the Champs

But they dress kind of sophisticated
Back you in a beef
Jiggle in them jeans
Still perv by your friends
I think I'm loving all this misbehaviour
It's

Almost fall had to catch my self aye
This shit sell itself
Now they can't put me on no shelf
Aye you say you the champ
But you don't even got no belt

We about to drop forty on your head
We about to drop forty on your head
In my pot, got a jay and it's blue
And it's dead
Want to be the champs, broke

Look
West coast shit
West coast shit
West coast onna top... can't tell me different
Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches
Purp

Lewko
I'm at the hotel on the champs
Élysées
She blowing me lord on the champs
Élysées
Hey shake that ass
Pop pop
I make you mine
Tat tat
Big slutty

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here, I sit back with the pack and relax
I don't worry 'bout shit
No Bs no nothing especially

so I spur her like Boris... tourist
Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant
So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred

on
They can't rap like this, I make racks like this

It's evident that them niggas couldn't trap like this
Send my runner up from seven then he's back by

a champ (Yeah)
I' might just fall off in a trance
Got me thinking automatic
Feeling all the pains
I'm an addict I'm an addict (I'm an addict)
Whoo yea, play

Get It Poppin'

Bow Wow

Unleashed

2003

when the girls go by is,
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh

[Chorus: x2]

I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil'homies be easy

Gotta Go Hard

Lil Wayne

Beam Me Up Scotty

2010

with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my

gambled in Spain
An' I bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you next game

I build me a cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Nelly
As she goes

Once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life
Throats were slit
Niggas died by my orders when
I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild

Yeah Yeah
Just like it’s crisco I’m poppin my shit
Heavyweight champ on my wrist
Limp like I’m walking wit a stick
Plane Jane is still boutta hit

Don't Stop

Snoop Dogg

The B. Coming

2005

flow so amazing, hot like Cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he could of took