B-Real - Last Laugh lyrics

[Intro][Crowd chanting]: Chino, Chino, Chino! [Chino talking]: What's the deal? Let's get this sh** on. What's the deal? Yo where my Latinos at? I said, where the f** is my Latinos at? [Chorus] [B-Real] (Chino XL): You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast (Word to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (How far are you willing to go?) Till I'm dead a** (I swear to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast) Word to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) How far are you willing to go? (Till I'm dead a**) I swear to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) [Verse One] [B-Real]: Flows are malicious you b**hes seekin' the riches You freeze up and then you sound f**ed like when the DAT pitches You like a woman who just gave birth All in stitches Comin' apart at the seams, fallin' out your britches f** rockin' this off the hook, it's off the hinges For you f**in' junkies fiendin' I'm fillin' up all your syringes Me and Chino sippin' on Vino, coolin' in Reno I'm snatchin' your mic like it was money when I hit ceelo Warnin' n***as are stormin' all over me I'll split your dome like Moses parted the Red Sea To my east n***as and the west, and the rest God bless You're chokin' down all that watered down bullsh** like it's cess Switch up You better not hiccup or eat a dick up I'm like the 4-54, dustin' your f**in' pickup Throw my clique up when you approach, you want to slang But you can't swing, you wish you was nuts so you can hang [Chorus] [B-Real] (Chino XL): (You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast) Word to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) How far are you willing to go? (Till I'm dead a**) I swear to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast (Word to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (How far are you willing to go?) Till I'm dead a** (I swear to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last [Verse Two] [Chino XL]: Whoop whoop! You know what Chino about, damn! More +Bounce To The Once+, bullet in chest like Roger Troutman Your insurance policy rejected Cause I'm gonna k** all your survivin' family members you wish to prosper by collectin' it It's definite, you a blunderin' idiot So you get bust/bussed like black kids off to white schools in the 60's did I bring asphyxiation to rappers ga**ed Like being in a garage car engine runnin' without no ventilation My flow innovation, higher than trailer trash aspiration I'm hungrier than chicks tied up in Rick James basement Face it, you don't compare to mine (There is no reason for your existence what-so-ever after Chino XL rhymes) You get no chance to counter attack about your raps I'll show you facts till you draw your own conclusions that you are wack In your spiritual crisis Just bow down to who the lyrical Christ is Making graven images of my likeness Despite this, I mug/Muggs like Cypress n***a B-Real, I'll have you on the Wheel Of Fortune buying an I/eye right next to Bushwick Bill I drill any MC with my speech Showin' frauds who's the strongest like model Tyson beatin' down Tyrese [Chorus] [B-Real] (Chino XL): You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast (Word to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (How far are you willing to go?) Till I'm dead a** (I swear to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast) Word to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) How far are you willing to go? (Till I'm dead a**) I swear to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) [Samples B-Real talking at The Wake Up Show Concert]: "Aye, that n***a Chino f**in' flipped it right now didn't he?" "Give it up for B-Real!" [Verse Three] [Chino XL]: Who's the evil Evel Knievel, you beneath like church steeples I swear before God and five other Latin people We ignore amateurs Me and B-Real stick together like pages of p**n mags beneath Kool Keith's mattresses [B-Real]: It's a pity you could never be witty You f**in' with me like a flat chick needin' attention so buy titties You want a name, but you can't make it, you can't fake it Like a virgin who's ridin' a dick, you can't take it [Chorus] [B-Real] (Chino XL): (You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast) Word to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) How far are you willing to go? (Till I'm dead a**) I swear to God (Chino's the n***a that laughs last) You get hit up, pump my sh** up to full blast (Word to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last (How far are you willing to go?) Till I'm dead a** (I swear to God) B-Real's the n***a that laughs last [Samples B-Real talking at The Wake Up Show Concert]: "I just don't want to get rowdy right now. You know that sh** makes me rowdy And I'm kind of flamed up too, you know what I'm sayin'?" (crowd cheers) "That's right."