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Cypress Hill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Last Laugh Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Reflections of my own life flash like a fire 

Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream 

Fall for centuries 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 

 

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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 

 

(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 

 

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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 

 

(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 

 

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 

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