We was slingin' that shit.. Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.. Here I am.. [Verse] Yeah.. I was ?? since we was little niggaz
get down like wha Motherfucker, thought that the X would stop But I got niggas like 'Yo, who's the next to drop' From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ
the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out [DMX] Started gettin a little too big for the cage
body god My jail niggaz they love this shit Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit And my niggaz on the table Yeah they listen to this Little Coca Little
verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’ What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about ‘Cause I’m still the champ
my money Bring it on back to the middle of the flo' I want the whole stack Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got
, I was next to last in line. ...Lost little lamb... 'til I found that girl... When she holds me in her arms, I'm the champion of the world
little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling
chorus: streets derail maybe god don't feel me make oppurtunity knock but it jus e-mail DA mail make watch me jail take it like a champ wile the world
by, then days went by We were swinging that shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Here I am Unsure since we was little niggas
-top roadster (drop top) Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa (Champaign don't stain) Thank God for the chauffeur Where to little lady? She's my designated driver Bad little
boo tell a playa watta do, Movin your body, doin your dance, watchin you move got my mind in a trance, posted on da side tryin to make an advance, give a champ
slip her away? You know, I'm glad that we met, man It really was nice talking And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know
What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin' You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin' Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of
Fans like is he really gonna drop that? Point of degree, you ain't never gonna top that He ain't the same but he still got flo' Guess I gotta flo', just a little
, the way they throw that When the music ghetto an' she don't hold back I wanna see her wiggle, when I stick it in her Call me, 'The Champ' 'cause my
just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer Broke bitch You wanna get you a nigga in the NFL A basketball player, tall as hell You might get lucky, marry the champ
house I know just what she's all about Don't waste no time, get in it Keep on humping til my head starts spinning Whoop that ass like a world champ
