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 n***** know the deal
Check it, check it, comin' through, uh, Hit Squad
(PMD)
Sirens blare, n***** wildin' out over chairs
The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear
Breath takin', n***** 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', f*****s n***** instigatin'
I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your Satan
Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', n***** askin'
"How he lastin'?" Jewels, with the tool flashin'
Blacked out now I'm lacked in, I'ma second win
More oxygen, n***** 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 b**pin'
m************ 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 a**assins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill
All up in your dome piece
(Outro: PMD)
...keep the house b**pin', we be the champions
Get the announcements, keep the whole house b**pin'
You want somethin', we the champions
Keep the house thumpin', get announcements
Let them know that you won b****, we be the champions
We be the champions, we be the champions
(*bell rings twice*)
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 n***** know the deal
Check it, check it, comin' through, uh, Hit Squad
(PMD)
Sirens blare, n***** wildin' out over chairs
The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear
Breath takin', n***** 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', f*****s n***** instigatin'
I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your Satan
Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', n***** askin'
"How he lastin'?" Jewels, with the tool flashin'
Blacked out now I'm lacked in, I'ma second win
More oxygen, n***** 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 b**pin'
m************ 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 a**assins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill
All up in your dome piece
(Outro: PMD)
...keep the house b**pin', we be the champions
Get the announcements, keep the whole house b**pin'
You want somethin', we the champions
Keep the house thumpin', get announcements
Let them know that you won b****, we be the champions
We be the champions, we be the champions
(*bell rings twice*)