Cypress Hill, PMD - Champions lyrics

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'mma 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

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