Cypress Hill Lyrics

Album: Till Death Do Us Part

One Last Cigarette Lyrics

(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]