World Record Holders

[Intro: Kanye West] And standing in this corner With the platinum chain and the Gucci trunks Trained by the platinum producer Kanye West We have Chi-Town's finest The Go Getters [Verse 1: GLC] And I got 'em all mad 'cause the money I'm making is money I'm taking Why you keep waiting? Just stop hating 'cause this shit is useless Think I'll fall off like Pip in Huston? How we gon' fall if Kanye produced it Get the stealin off niggas like we was boostin' Now you like "Damn dog, you stole on it" And you got a guy on the side like "You cold homie" And then your girl walked up and put a robe on me, whoa homie Slow down, why y'all niggas wanna clown? Why ya'll niggas smoking brown, homie, I smoke green Ya'll niggas smoked, I be smoking Got more sacks than Mean Joe Green Got a lotta jewelry but you got no bling* Got rims on your ride but you got no gleam You don't got enough game to go against my team [Chorus: Kanye West] Everybody wanna know us, why? We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh Everybody wanna know why We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh [Verse 2: Kanye West] I done did tracks for the best of them I even did joints for the rest of them And the way that Kanye finna murder this here I heard they talk about arrestin' him And then in less than a Heart beat I make the chart heat Up Please don't start me up to Get to know how I be spitting on tracks to make these stacks I'm sitting on When I rain on thugs, bring the pain on studs Did your brain (P-P-Pow) is your brain on slugs? Cocking it back spitting it to lay you niggas down See that's why I told you you don't want to play around Dog, I'm sincere, ain't no wins here Just guns, black gloves and black rims here Next year? Man, you'll see me In a culled out all black Lamborghini [Chorus: Kanye West] Everybody wanna know us, why? We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh Everybody wanna know why We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh [Verse 3: Timmy G] On the real, dog, it's a done deal, dog All my niggas done broke still, dog Still tryin'a wonder why my S500 came straight through your hood sellin like a lovers In the club back rows with a bullet in your hoe In the streets act known, get your punk ass blown Got waste, get stoned, get whooped, get thrown Like a winning field goal, who the fuck finna go Y'all niggas pitch slow Nascar, who drove Fuck that, Range Rove' Got that at my home Y'all niggas found out by running 100 yards Y'all niggas out of bounds Y'all niggas under ground Say yo (Too loud) Serious beat down See me roll and smoke and taking hits like Sosa Holy, controlling Got shit, explosive Pick the game up, so you motherfuckers know what [Chorus: Kanye West] Everybody wanna know us, why? We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh Everybody wanna know why We World Record Holders plus Girls get naked for us 'cause They heard we the coldest, uh