Cypress Hill - Champions Lyrics
(Intro: *bell ringing*)Good evening ladies and gentlemenThis is your main event of the evening(PMD)Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one timePMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit SquadYeah, you niggas know the dealCheck it, check it, comin' through, uh, Hit Squad(PMD)Sirens blare, niggas wildin' out over chairsThe men here, so sealable doors, so stand clearBreath takin', niggas rollin' up with the gat shakin'No puss here, brothers sadly mistakenThe chains breakin', back to check the rules you fakin'That's violation, like a Muslim eatin' baconMuch got the beat breakin', faggots niggas instigatin'I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your SatanComin' 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 winMore oxygen, niggas on my jock again(B-Real)Runnin' with the PMD, universal, no rehearsalcontroversial, no commercialAll rough and rugged, you buckin' off at the straight thuggin'Audio thumpin' and head bumpin'Mother*****ers wanna hear somethin', CD's jumpin'Thumpin' the ground all of a suddenIn the mist of the smoke I shut it - all competitionSet the condition to submissionFrom the contact I'm sparkin' at brain cellsthrough songs and magazines and through the e-mailI'm worldwide, six side, killafornia highsNo time, define, no wolfs, we need the blindto the slaughter, I'm baptizin' you through the waterPure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceedThat's right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress HillAl