We the Champs (Duke vs. Carolina)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mibbs] 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 The champs [Chorus] Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Speak out! [Verse 2: Like] 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 deficits, 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 [Chorus] Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Speak out! [Verse 3: BeYoung] Nah dog, I don't see problems, y'all tree [?] I'm so sporty see me in the page three 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 hydrants 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, gold do' knockers They play with my balls like Globetrotters [Chorus] Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Ooohhhhh ooh! We the Champs! Speak out!