Cypress Hill Lyrics

Album: Till Death Do Us Part

Last Laugh Lyrics

(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin)

 [Verse One]

 Reflections of my own life flash like a fire

 Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream

 Fall for cenetries physical and the mental

 When I crashed through work

 I was cursed but still I

 Quit my curse found my hustle

 Stack paper made it world wide

 Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son

 Think you the greater one

 Gotta put you on the fader son

 Cut your ass up see you later

 Gotta drop till your praying nigga

 You ain't a player hust a frail nigga

 I'm the slayer in your nightmares

 Unstoppable

 When you see me on the street

 Call a audible

 I got you covered, face it

 And you can't dodge this bullet baby

 This ain't the matrix

 Got to put you in your placement

 Hide your body in the basement

 Your boys wonder where your face went

 

 [Chorus 2X]

 Homey we keet those on us

 Smoke like mufflers

 To calm down/I sell

 But still explode

 Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self

 They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

 

 [Verse Two]

 Backbreakers of the game

 Many many musical

 Legendary criminal destined to be professional

 I rain supreme

 Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range

 No doubt about it

 We grew up in the cloud

 Read up in your magazine just to see what were about

 Peep into the case, see me, ask

 Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano

 Droppin it good

 For that hoody in the front row

 Thats my good pro down for the juggalo

 Three guns busted for the battle man

 Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle

 Duece, double o, slow

 Church folk say we ain't got too many more

 Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush

 So be careful on what you trusting

 

 [Chorus 2X]

 

 [Verse Three]

 Yo

 I was walking on the block

 Heard a couple shots

 Caught one in the leg

 And I know who did it

 They gonna get it

 Wrap up my leg

 Bounced upstairs and got strapped up

 I love that drama shit

 I'm all gassed up

 I lit that kush up and got doughed up

 And thought about all the foul shit I did

 I can't help it, I was this way since a kid

 Then I slide out the crib

 Hunt down my pray

 The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay

 Ran up on homes

 And blast away

 He passed away twin got the last laugh today

 Anybody front I keep that on me

 You had to die homey thats part of the game

 I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim

 I'm in the shooting range mastering the art

 

 [Chorus 2X]