all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin', Tang a demonstration Pillage incorporated, first place A Thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah [Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B] From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state) To all
, his reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame, 'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all
technique Speak with a passion on wax and tape and cd Mad niggas front for paper And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader All I know is how
for a carousel Of course, it takes talent to do that well He might be a champ of the heavyweights Or a fella that sells you glue Or President of the United States That'd be all
school bus has long stopped runnin' And I heard the driver died And the movie house is all boarded up Where we sat side by side And the sign that said 'State Champions
is with y'all?" Cuz my first thought covered it all YOU WHACK!!! And I don't care what you sound since not mumblin y'all Cause you can't do me nothing at all
and I?ll be on my way? I was no more than a kid, when you put me on. the Southern Queen With the police on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
[ jada intro ] aha, the champ is here double r, ride out [ verse 1 ] requirin minds wanna know, everybody wanna blow every nigga that hustle wanna o
all be hot You like States with pretty hoes in ya face You hate checks, you just come home on a case Can you make a name, will you be patient in the game? Can you state
a mind, able to lead a city What technicality of mankind Mistake trying to keep me behind The closed doors of reality All three eyes to the revolution Can now escape the blind state
Gogh'em ALL: And Henry Thoreau'em BAT BOY: And Plato- ALL: And Cato- BAT BOY: And Edgar Allen Poe'em ALL: Gonna Jean Cocteau'em BAT BOY: And Jacques Cousteau'em ALL
course it takes talent to do that well. Aha-ha-ha-ha! He might be a champ of the heavyweights, Or a feller that sells you glue, Or President of the United States, That'd be all
boys from Carolina Well they sure enough could sing But when they came on down to Texas We all showed them how to swing And now David's on the radio And old champs
shuffle its paul wall from the lone star state swishahouse through the door puttin' food on my plate boys tryin' hate 'cause they broke and lonely boys used to be my homie but they all
like Vin Diesel triple x-ing, On the count of three, I want you all to spit it, One, two, three Can You Dig It Sucka! Five time's the champ, more
a green house Rush and cut chain cream out blow steam out Rare like Guccis in ears goose bears Skied up lovin' all my Deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and thirty ninthth all
feared into the dearly departed As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin