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Till Death Comes

by Cypress Hill

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[Chorus: x2] 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 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 haven't 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 want to unload on me Cause if you miss you won't get that far Ill have you jumping fences And running down the treat 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 diminish mine Look homey I got a career [Chorus: x2] 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 there's nothing you cand do to me nigga Who the fuck are you Your face is really new to me nigga You want to run with the dog Try paying your dues homes Bum nigga yelling every time that I use chrome So many niggas, ain't 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: x2]

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