Till Death Comes

Cypress Hill

[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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