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Dj Champion

i»? Oh Lord (oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord)... Oh Lord Oh boy, oh well I told you Well I told you, but I thought you'd know There ain't no heaven

a fuck.) (Biyaa-biyaa!) [Hook] [DJ Kizzy Rock] Grand champion I'm the world wide boss Takin' out fake bass rappers Comin' soft, never lost Hard like a cigarette cough DJ

proper If we done return with a big rocket launcher Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back Hey, bet the DJ gon

just took some shots to tha dome I'm gone, so gone, so yo, can I get a ride home? Gone and poppin' another bottle, get this party to crakin' All these barby doll models make the champs

and crooks And when the party was on you knew he had come It is like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones Walking right up to the dj man And give another

peekin through open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion

some of ya'll singing like Lou Rawls Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from blue balls Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ You period niggas be spotting

party, man, me do me own ting Nuff MC test but you don't hear vowel one All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up We have the champion belt and lyrical cup Any DJ

[Method Man] Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they ready? [Run] How y'all feel out there? [DMC] Ah yeah, alright, alright... [Method Man