Текст песни Cypress Hill - Laugh Now (feat. Everlast)

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Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Cypress Hill
Альбом: Rare Connection
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[Everlast] SD-50... Soul Assassin collabo... Laugh now motherfucker... HAHAHAHA... [Chorus 1: B-Real] The only life I know Is to guide my soul I take one day, step at a time To find mine (what) As we go Through the blinding road Inclining To find me some mo' [Repeat chorus 1] [Chorus 2: Everlast] For all the runners and the money makers (make that money) For all the real ones and all the fakers (fake bitches) For all the stick up kids and life takers (what) Laugh now, and cry later (cry later) [B-Real] I laugh at you And you expect to see a weakness You triflin' bitches in speeches You're fucking leaches Sponges, soakin' up my energy Pretend to a friend of me But you stab me in the back Cold and vengefully When all I did was pick you up And put you on With the big dons To lift you up But you fuckin' spit in my face And spit venomous words Used weapons you heard Would damage my whole world But you must have mistaken me For someone else Because I do to your ass What you do to yourself Look into the mirror nigga What's your reflection? Are you upset? Full of regret? What's your intention? You're a lost one And now you can't win one Where you been You taking it all in son I see the tears in the eyes of a hater (hater) You can cry now but you will not smile later [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3: Everlast] For all the lovers and all the haters (keep hatin') For all the fake ass perpetrators (fake bitches) For all the pimps that rock they gators (rock that shit) Laugh now, cry later (cry later) [Everlast] They sellin' teen dreams On the TV screens They got a fund for the gun And a ghost in the machine They police the crack fiend But protect the dealer Underpay the teacher Overpay the healer Rob you with the lawyer Fuck you with the handgun Throw you in the lineup Then arrest the wrong one Trial you by jury Throw you in prison There ain't nothin' to it It's just the way they do it Unless you got some money Cause money makes amends And sometimes peoples get murdered for friends Sometimes, one times, lose the evidence It all depends on how much you spend It's the land of the free And the home of the gun Where they kill for the dollar And they worship the son Dear god I really hope I ain't the only one Laugh now, cry later, when it's said and done [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3] [Dante Ross] Ya, this is one for all those come and go ungrateful punk motherfuckers... Ya, this is one to grow on... Soul Assassins style... Deadly assassins... all up in your nugget... Ha... You can't fuck with it... You just love it... Ha... Fake bitches...
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