Champ? Know You Kidding!

Champ? Know You Kidding!

I done told you to quit
with all that stuff you drink
brings up too much ego
quick as a wink or a blink

thinking bout the way
you beez really wailing
when you get ta whoofing
then you start to sailing

raising all kindna cane
as if you owned the place
but don't you stop to think
get tired staring in your face.

get the hell outta the bar
take your hands off ya hips
head stuck up in the air
pouting with them sexy lips.

Ok, ok, call it what you wish
but stop saying you da champ
I see ya stirring up mo crap
mo like a sensual vamp.

Just look in the mirror
see what the real deal is about
folks know its you and none else
hitting the door with a loud shout.

None of them got much to say
not a damn thing they gonna tell
'cept how you call your self the champ
mo like a crazy babe from hell.

Come on now. Git your stuff
ain't nobody calling you the czar
you just riling up these folks
having a quiet drink in the bar.

And bout them peeps looking
those are not really stares
gurl, you disturbing their peace
those are really called "glares".

Come on baby. I know you feel
like the world owes you a real view
let me get you home, put you to bed
so I can take a damn good look at you.


See there. You always starting some thing, Tammy.