Champions
Cam'ron Lyrics


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Yeah
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
The Roc
This shit right here
The Roc Army
Dame Dash Presents
The Dream Team niggas
Word

Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime, crime, crime
And we mean to go on and on and on and on

Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame Dash the C-E-O
Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team
What y'all niggas thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my neck
Like my Team ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

We are the champions, my friend
And we'll keep on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers
Cause we are the champions, of the world

Got damn Kanye!
I bet niggas didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)
That's my motherfuckin producer
This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers!

Well Dame if these niggas thought about they self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
I done seen jealousy make niggas do t-terrible things
How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change
That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions
Spend a lot of time in Hampt-I-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on
Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeah
If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air

We are the champions, my friend
And we'll keep on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers
Cause we are the champions, of the world

Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby
And we been duckin' shots from all them haters lately
We gettin' paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
We on top, so I guess we they saviors - NOPE!
We labeled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors
Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!
Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, sig!

What? Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas
Order helicopter fellas, nig-ga! I'm a Roc-A-Fella
What nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella
Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest niggas realest, I will kill these niggas!

Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you wonder why I'm proud of my family?
And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap?
I got niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your career ended
Leave us the fuck alone, let us roc!
We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. holla!

I'm here Dame, I'm here, Killa
This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate
Listen to tapes everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was better than jail
Now look we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and Magic
Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket
Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My gats will de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my love
Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mack Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac clip in
I stack chips and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat drippin
I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suck
I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up
My lawyer eat 'em up put bars behind me
I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me
Shit, it had three felons, gun shooters no
50 cal. A.C.P. Bazooka Joe
Don't be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's killa Cam
Uh dick suck bitch!

We are the champions, my friend
And we'll keep on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions, of the world

What y'all thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just recuited somebody new!
I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit
I mean I'm rich like him, HOLLA!

Everybody's swarmin' oh my god
It's the newest power forward of the squad
A legacy like Jordan with the mob
That be known for breakin' motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ring
Fuck a battle nigga I'm a get them thangs
Rollin with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi
Twista gone make em spit the game
I represent the mob to the fullest
You don't want it with that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team
I'm fin' to be the shit no matter which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone
Takin it to some motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm gone
Fillin my body with lead, clutchin' chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to your chest
I be more provokin' when I'm smokin' sess
And we gettin' stronger hope you got a vest
Already got them macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got pearls
Legendary we on top of the world
How could you haters think we can be done
Hold it down because we got champions!!

We are the champions, my friend
And we'll keep on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions, of the world





Dame dash, presents the dream team, part one!

Overall Meaning

The song Champions by Cam'ron and Kanye West is an anthem that celebrates the success and dominance of Roc-A-Fella Records. The song opens with vocals by DJ Clue, Desert Storm, and Dame Dash, setting the tone for the track. The chorus of the song, which repeats the lyrics "We are the champions, my friend, And we'll keep on fighting, to the end, We are the champions, we are the champions, No time for losers, 'Cause we are the champions of the world," is a direct reflection of the overall theme and message of the song, which is to assert and solidify Roc-A-Fella's dominance in the game.


The song is brimming with references to Roc-A-Fella's roster of talent, such as Jay-Z, Freeway, Beanie Sigel, and Memphis Bleek. It is essentially a celebration of the talent and success of Roc-A-Fella, with each verse serving as a boastful tribute to the label's accomplishments. Kanye West, who produced the track, even takes to the mic for a verse, with Cam'ron rapping about his own success and inner-city upbringing. Overall, the song Champions is an affirmation of the record label's success, history, catalog of talent, and overall place as one of the most successful record labels of all time.


Line by Line Meaning

Time after time
Despite numerous attempts to bring us down


I've done my sentence
I've faced criticism and judgment from others


But committed no crime
But I haven't done anything wrong


And we mean to go on and on and on and on
But we'll continue to succeed and be victorious


We are the champions, my friend
We are the best and won't be defeated


And we'll keep on fighting, to the end
We'll continue to battle and never give up


We are the champions, we are the champions
We are the top and will reign victorious


No time for losers
We have no room for failure or second place


'Cause we are the champions, of the world
We are the greatest in the world and no one can take that from us


This shit right here
This is something special and important


And we been duckin' shots from all them haters lately
We've been avoiding negative comments and actions from our critics


It's the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby
We're the Roc-a-Fella label and better than all the others


For the Roc Fam dog I extend my love
I'm doing this for the Roc-a-Fella family


Already got them macs, already got them techs
We're already armed and prepared for anything


Legendary we on top of the world
We're the stuff of legends and on top of the world


How could you haters think we can be done
How could anyone think that we can be defeated?


Hold it down because we got champions!!
Keep fighting because we're champions!


I bet niggas didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)
I bet people were surprised to hear Kanye West rap on this track


We are the cham-p-ions
We're the best and have the championship title


Spend a lot of time in Hampt-I-ons
We're living lavishly and enjoying life


Make those beats thugs want to rock
We make music that appeals to tough and hardcore people


Had the Chi' on lock
We dominated the Chicago music scene


Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeah
We've revolutionized the music industry and set new trends


I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my neck
I'm annoyed and frustrated with people criticizing and attacking me


If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air
If you like this music, show your support and enthusiasm


Don't be stupid though, I get scrilla man
Don't underestimate me, I make a lot of money


Take it to your gut, take it to your chest
I'll attack and defeat my opponents


Legendary we on top of the world
We're the stuff of legends and on top of the world


'Cause we are the champions, of the world
We are the greatest in the world and no one can take that from us


Dame dash, presents the dream team, part one!
Dame Dash proudly introduces the first part of the Dream Team




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FREDDIE MERCURY

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