Champions Featuring Cypress Hill lyrics

(Intro: *bell ringing*)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen

This is your main event of the evening



(PMD)

Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time

PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit Squad

Yeah, you niggas know the deal

Check it, check it, comin` through, uh, Hit Squad



(PMD)

Sirens blare, niggas wildin` out over chairs

The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear

Breath takin`, niggas rollin` up with the gat shakin`

No puss here, brothers sadly mistaken

The chains breakin`, back to check the rules you fakin`

That`s violation, like a Muslim eatin` bacon

Much got the beat breakin`, faggots niggas instigatin`

I`m runnin` with the law while you triple six in your Satan

Comin` in blastin`, with no maskin`, niggas askin`

"How he lastin`?" Jewels, with the tool flashin`

Blacked out now I`m lacked in, I`ma second win

More oxygen, niggas on my jock again



(B-Real)

Runnin` with the PMD, universal, no rehearsal

controversial, no commercial

All rough and rugged, you buckin` off at the straight thuggin`

Audio thumpin` and head bumpin`

Motherfuckers wanna hear somethin`, CD`s jumpin`

Thumpin` the ground all of a sudden

In the mist of the smoke I shut it - all competition

Set the condition to submission

From the contact I`m sparkin` at brain cells

through songs and magazines and through the e-mail

I`m worldwide, six side, killafornia highs

No time, define, no wolfs, we need the blind

to the slaughter, I`m baptizin` you through the water

Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed

That`s right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill

All up in your dome piece



(Outro: PMD)

...keep the house bumpin`, we be the champions

Get the announcements, keep the whole house bumpin`

You want somethin`, we the champions

Keep the house thumpin`, get announcements

Let them know that you won bitch, we be the champions

We be the champions, we be the champions



(*bell rings twice*)
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