Versuri One Last Cigarette

 
(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man 
You better 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 you know who the fuck I am?) 
 
[beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks] 
 
Right [duct tape being unrolled] 
Sho' you right 
You want a cigarette nigga? 
 
[B-Real] 
You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you 
They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble 
They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin 
We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin 
We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy 
What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady? 
We had good times, committin hood crimes 
We drew lines but you never understood mine 
You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me 
I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony 
I guess it manifested when I got the call early 
They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly 
She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it? 
I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it 
Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere 
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair 
You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly 
They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly 
Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers 
You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle 
Now it's time to pay, any last words to say? 
I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray 
Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga 
Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga 
You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me 
You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky 
But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers 
Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders 
But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward 
This is the very hour, I send your family flowers 
I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you 
They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you 
 
[Cypress Hill] 
Relax... no no it's okay 
Let me give you a light [muffled: "Oh SHIT!"] 
 
[flames roaring, a voice screaming] 
 
That's my favorite fucking song.. 
 
[in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays] 
 
[B-Real] 
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood 
Well this pig worked at the station 
This pig he killed my Homeboy 
so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation 
This pig he is the chief 
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley 
He's got a son that's a pig too 
He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley 
This pig's known as a narco.. 
 
[music fades] 
  

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