Now I got your crack and most of your crew You got a couple choices of what you can do Better make the right decision if you know what I mean You can do
y me singo la pista Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha Listen up compa the big cypress loma Still right here
untie me from this chair nigga You know who the fuck I am I will have you killed nigga You better untie me motherfucker Fuck y'all motherfuckers man Do
where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back Been through the hottest parts of hell Came back with a hard shell and hard as nails I went through it all, do
'mon Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do I do I do
you know it's coming after" She said "Oh My God! You must be a famous rapper" "I do alright, but I'm never satisfied I'm told when you still love what you do
you do and I really respect that, damn We been down so long but it's all good That's why I dedicate this song [Chorus: repeat 2X] Till Death Do Us Part
Prijevod: Cypress Hill. Do smrti nam dio.
me singo la pista Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha Listen up compa the big cypress loma Still right here y todavia
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
us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
your crack and most of your crew You got a couple choices of what you can do Better make the right decision if you know what I mean You can do some time
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'
: (Instrumental)
street We slipped out of the club with no worries Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry We hung all night till we lost our friends Till they caught us
you better wise up and open up your eyes Shit it never easy, homie people will connive Better have a hustle if you mean to survive Why you're so greedy, can you tell us
: [Verse One] My first mission Running through the hood with small jacks My memories popping in my head recall that Late night creeping through the alley
killed nigga! You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man! Do you know who the fuck I am?) {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill
