World Record Holders

[Intro: ?]
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 why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest

[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 why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest

[Verse 3: Consequence]
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 why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest