One Last Cigarette Lyrics - Till Death Do Us Part - Cypress Hill

(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? 

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[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 

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[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*}