Текст песни Dame Dash, Kanye West, Beanie Sigel, Ca` - Champions
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[DJ Clue *echoes*]Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc...This shit right here... The Roc Army...Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...Word...[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of Queen]Time after time / I`ve done my sentence / but committed no crimeI`ve done my sentence / but committed no crimeI`ve done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crimeAnd we mean to go on and on and on and on[Dame Dash: speaking over Queen samples]Sup y`all? Yo, this is Dame Dash the CEOHere to welcome y`all to the Dream TeamWhat y`all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? NeverI`m just a little mad at niggaz comin at my necklike my Team ain`t the best in the world... y`knahmsayin?Like we ain`t got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway[Chorus: exactly mirrors chorus of Queen`s "We Are the Champions"]We are the champions, my friendAnd we`ll keep on fighting, to the endWe are the champions, we are the championsNo time for losers / cause we are the champions... of the world[Dame Dash]Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn`t know you could rap huh? (They didn`t)That`s my motherfuckin producerThis the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers![Kanye West]Well Dame if these niggaz thought about they self for a changeThen maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some changeI done seen jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible thingsHow the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit`ll never changeThat so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ionsSpend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can`t be onDamn all these fans can`t be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can`t be goneMake those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like `PacMake it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain topHad the Chi` on lock, when they finally heard our sound with RocCame in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhhIf you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air[Chorus][Young Chris - over Chorus]Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels babyAnd we been duckin shots from all them haters latelyWe gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep upWe on top, so I guess we they saviors - NOPE!We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch`s colorsEverywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!Fuck they hatin fo`? Don`t make me pop a fellaRoc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!![Beanie Sigel]WHAT?! Don`t make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellasOrder helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I`m a Roc-A-FellaWhat nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fellaDame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time)No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!![Dame Dash]Now that`s what the fuck I`m talkin bout!And you wonder why I`m proud of my family?And you wonder why I ain`t gotta rap?I got niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically!Really shut you the fuck down!! Don`t get your career endedLeave us the fuck alone, let us roc!We are Roc-Heusen, we`re the R., O., C. - HOLLA![Cam`Ron]I`m here Dame, I`m here, KillaThis is just fate, how I would sit on a crateListen to tapes everyday a frisk was at stakeChicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thugVisit them states near them great Michigan lakesAnd fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gateFlipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my platesI got plans that was better than jailNow look we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHaleScott, Worthy, Jabbar, and MagicOh my god it`s Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casketFeel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and KobeMy gats will de-tatch you homieAnd I`m friends with thugs, I sell endless drugsFor the Roc Fam dog I extend my loveJay, Bleek, beef I`ll be crossin the bridgeTossin they wigs make corpse of they kidsFree, O, Sparks and Mack MittensI`m 95 south, no doubt, mac clip inI stack chips and, I`m Sacs Fifth-inLouis Vuitton loughers, hat drippinI go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suckI don`t just beat my cases, I beat `em upMy lawyer eat `em up put bars behind meI`m glad they didn`t stop that car behind meShit, it had three felons, gun shooters no50 cal. A.C.P. Bazooka JoeDon`t be stupid though, I get scrilla manI`m for`rilla man, yeah it`s killa CamUhhh... DICK SUCK BITCH![Chorus] - overlaps the end of Cam`s verse[Dame Dash]What y`all thought I was finished?I`m not! I just recuited somebody new!I`m like the George Steinbrenner of this shitI mean I`m rich like him, HOLLA![Twista]Everybodys swarmin oh my godIt`s the newest power forward of the squadA legacy like Jordan with the mobthat be known for breakin motherfuckers hardPut Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ringFuck a battle nigga I`ma get them thangsRollin with them Lords and them folks up out the ChiTwista gone make em spit the gameI represent the mob to the fullestYou don`t want it with that boy who`s known to pull itWith Kanye on the track of the Dream TeamI`m fin` to be the shit no matter which way you put itThey blessed a nigga in, now I`m fin` to go into a zoneTakin it to some motherfuckers domesCause it`s on, I will rock until I`m goneFillin my body with lead, clutchin chromeTake it to your gut, take it to your chestI be more provokin when I`m smokin sessAnd we gettin stronger hope you got a vestAlready got them macs, already got them techsServed a few dimes, Beans got pearlsLegendary we on top of the worldHow could you haters think we can be doneHold it down because we got champions!![Chorus][DJ Clue]Dame Dash, presents the Dream Team - Part One!