Pac Div - We The Champs (Duke vs. Carolina) lyrics

The coolest motherfuckers at the
School in the bleachers
We break all the rules and
Still cool with the teachers
When I was 15 I was fuckin' my knees up
Baseline, lane drives, dunkin' like Ariza
Shit, ya ever seen us
Walkin' through the joint
And all the bad bitches point
We like the offspring of Jesus
Who you thought had the number one spot
Have a bad game and still
Make the last second shot we the champs

Ohhhh ooh! We the Champs!
Ohhhh ooh! We the Champs!
Speak out!

Nah man, they don't make them like me
Fly brown sky nigga, don't take me lightly
Cool as 'whatever man'
I'm cool as the weather man
Your girl jock me like I'm
In school with the lettermen
Who do it better than, these three gentlemen
You keep stumblin', we keep pedalin'
You seek deficit's, we see presidents
Please keep three feet away from my residence
And I'm steppin' in they list, break this
Good like your mama's Kool-Aid is
Niggas on the sidelines always
Wanna hate this see 'em on they iPods
While we on your playlists
Cause we the champs

Nah dog, I don't see problems, y'all tree
I'm so sporty see me in the page 3 column
Pay me dollars, gotta make cheese potna
I'm takin' all the apples
Finna Steve Jobs 'em
You'se a point guard with knee problems
Breeze by 'em
Grab the clipboard, find the coach
Have a seat by 'em
Take the world in a week's timing
Make it back to crush niggas
With they weak rhymin'
Three hydras can't cool 'em off
Fuck with me? What a foolish thought
Third grade I went to school and taught
No lectures, hardbody but the flow's precious
I bring it raw, nigga no extras
'Be You' was in my name
You clueless to the game
You see a nigga do it then
You go and do the same
True like blood blue up in my veins
You the type at Venice Beach
Hoopin' for the chains
Peep game, I'm the clothes droppa
Flow droppa
Kicks like a dojo, peep the low Pradas
Chicks by the boatload, go do' knockers
They play with my balls like Globetrotters