We in the championship We was down 3-1 (I can feel it coming in the air tonight) Champions of the United States (Oh lord) (And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life) Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh lord) Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the

Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love Honey baby, I can stand I've been meek And hard like an oak I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is