Champions — текст песни (Cypress Hill)

(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*)