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Cypress Hill lyrics : "Till Death Comes"

[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 $#&@ing service provider
I bought you thug %#@!
Thought you drug %#@!

Got you bugged %#@!
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 (*##$es 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 ^!$$%
Who the $#&@ are you

Your face is really new to me ^!$$%
You wanna run with the dog
Try paying your dues homes

Bum ^!$$% yelling every time that I use chrome
So many ^!$$%z, aint none of them blast, the right lights
In the woods be stunning their $$#

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 $$# (*##$es, Ill smack you hoes
Try to fool people
Make em think you something your not

I'm exposing all you (*##$es
By provoking the crowd
Raw dogging, dying for some action, drama

Your (*##$ shocked out
Bullets through plastic dome


[Chorus 2X]

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