Yeah, nigga, it's the mother***in' Alvarez, Joelle Santana, from me to you I'ma let my man Zeke talk to you mother***ers too, man Yeah, uh-oh, yeah, homie, it's time, niggas You all woke up, found yourself, huh? You runnin' around crazy now, huh? Now it's time to back it up, sit back, kick him in the face Who's they team? Choke him up, get him, kill him dead Now it's time to do the *** we gotta do What we spent, though, what we spent? We spent that drop, step, splat, your mother***in' ***, *** Goddamn, we nice, huh? You don't know what it is What else we spent? They don't know, we spent that hot fish grease, ouch It's too much, homie, *** You know what I mean? Yeah They don't know what it is The champion Yeah The champion Yeah The champion Yeah The champion's here Mother***er The champion Yeah The champion Yeah The champion The champion Yeah The champion Yeah Tell him The champion's here One more time, D, hey I don't think these mother***ers listen One more time, mother***er You already know, man G4's really good You gotta know, man You gotta know what it is Yeah What we spent? One more time, man We spent that laid-back G4 *** Okay That's what I'm talkin' about You know what I'm sayin'? Uh-huh You don't know, man We fly You already know what it is, huh? We gon' bang these mother***ers out Yeah Like I told you, Joel Santana Yeah My mother***in' nigga, Jim Jones My nigga, Freaky Seeky And, of course, King Jaffee Joe Kill a ***in' cam Y'all niggas get ready The movement better start Holler at your ***in' boy Joel Santana Let's get it goin' The champion The champion The champion The champion The champion The champion The champion's here