| Song | Till Death Comes - Explicit Album Version |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Till Death Do Us Part |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud | |
| (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) | |
| 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 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) | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 |