ฟังเพลงThe Champions (Explicit)

The Champions (Dirty Version) - DJ Kay Slay/Doo Wop/Tony Touch/DJ Clue

Written by：Keith Grayson/Joseph Hernandez/Raphael Gonzales/Shampelle Everett/D. Love/Damon Blackmon

Yeah it's the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm

And I'm the motherf**king reason you go to mastering

You make one copy of your album and you walk around with it

In your motherf**king back pocket that's right man that's me

That they call me word up

World famous DJ Clue Kayslay The Champions

It's about to go down niggas

That's what I'm talking about Funkmaster Flex The Champions

Big Dogg Pitbulls we f**king focused ya heard

Yo cuts razor sharp like headliners

You ain't gotta book a major artist we headliners

Pack 'em in like Starkist tuna

Doo Wop if you thirty and better call me Charlie Chase Jr

But if conceived after '73 address me as the Puerto Rican Eric B

Big chain swinging cd hustling mixtape slinging Damn

I'll be around 'til your body rot

And if the Feds bring me in I get the same lawyer Puffy got

It's non-stop boogie we boogie non-stop ni**a

Aiyyo mixtape champions nah it can't be them

Touch rhymin Slay right behind him

Heavyweight sh*t y'all all nickel and dime-in

We still Latin quarters the game's back in order

It's not a thing I blast off like bada-bing

From Bushwick to Harlem we showed 'em how to sling

Toca shuttin 'em down with Drama King

Cause a lot of these so-called rappers is out of sync

It's the world famous Brucie B with the Drama King

And we gon' lay it down like this

I'm the Streetsweeper A K A DJ beater

The first cat to admit the Takeover wasn't better than Ether

Kayslay and I changed the game

I got beef with a coward I'ma call his name

Cause I'm a champion since '76

When I was rocking AJ Lesters closet filled with club Puma kicks

I brought the battles back to the mix

You get dissed on one of my tapes believe me you gon' feel that sh*t

It's the world famous Brucie B the Drama King KaySlay

And this how we do it Kay like this

Yo mixtapes be rocking the party's non-stopping

People I'll be shocking chairs I'll be locking

The girls drawers are dropping jerseys I'll be copping

The fame and the stardom it's all through the Harlem