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Cypress Hill Lyrics

Album: Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Comes Lyrics

[Chorus 2X]

 My game so strong, I can't go wrong

 My dough so long, baby why prolong

 Baby we get high, Baby we get dough

 Baby we can party all night till death come

 

 [Verse One]

 We been in the game for a long time

 Yes we're battle tested

 With the time and the emotion, and the money invested

 And if you think hard

 No one elses game is tighter

 Check the network, up in ya fucking service provider

 I bought you thug shit

 Thought you drug shit

 Got you bugged shit

 Tell me what we havent done

 We run you through course son

 Leave you understanding what the street life is

 But you haters never understand

 So eat my dick

 You better

 Get on your concentration

 If you ready to roll on me

 And good bitches if you wanna unload on me

 Cause if you miss you won't get that far

 Ill have you jumping fences

 And running down the treet like a track star

 I'm at the finish line, its essential

 We so influential

 Well strip you of your street credential

 Game recognize, game we all about

 Think you can deminish mine

 Look homey I got a career

 

 [Chorus 2X]

 

 [Verse Two]

 They call me dog homey

 Look I don't sell woof tickets

 I got my fingers on the trigger

 And I'm ready to click it

 I never back down

 Theres nothing you cand do to me nigga

 Who the fuck are you

 Your face is really new to me nigga

 You wanna run with the dog

 Try paying your dues homes

 Bum nigga yelling every time that I use chrome

 So many niggaz, aint none of them blast, the right lights

 In the woods be stunning their ass

 I took a chance

 To advance, in my life believe it

 It takes a stand to be a man

 Plus the gang conceited

 Fools trying to be hard

 They only act the role

 You little sorry ass bitches, Ill smack you hoes

 Try to fool people

 Make em think you something your not

 I'm exposing all you bitches

 By provoking the crowd

 Raw dogging, dying for some action, drama

 Your bitch shocked out

 Bullets through plastic dome

 

 [Chorus 2X]
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