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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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
a champ And I'm a time by Down up winner With my apple in bed Look out, pretty mama I'm on the road again I'm on the road again (And you can do
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
just chillin' with Murph Dert! Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on Murph Dert! And half of these hoe's be askin' for Nelly team I don't know where
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