Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill - Last Laugh lyrics

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(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 x2]

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 x2]



[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 x2]
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Language: English

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