PMD - Champions (featuring Cypress Hill) lyrics

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(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*)