Cypress Hill - One Last Cigarette Lyrics
(***** you mother*****er! Untie me from this chair manYou better untie me from this chair niggaYou know who the ***** I am, I will have you killed nigga!You better untie me mother*****er, ***** y'all mother*****ers man!Do you know who the ***** I am?){*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*}Right {*duct tape being unrolled*}Sho' you rightYou want a cigarette nigga?[B-Real]You was a good kid, your parents musta loved youThey got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubbleThey gave you everything, nah you never needed nothinWe used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousinWe used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazyWhat made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?We had good times, committin hood crimesWe drew lines but you never understood mineYou don't go *****in homies, just like my momma told meI held my hood up boldly, you were a *****in phonyI guess it manifested when I got the call earlyThey said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girlyShe had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?I know you're livin, but you put your *****in self in itDon't try to make a move, nigga don't go *****in 'dereI know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the *****in chairYou never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladlyThey tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badlyJust call me Death's angel, but we were never strangersYou 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt AngleNow it's time to pay, any last words to say?I know your mind strays, son I think you need to prayDon't even need to tell you, you were a smart niggaSave your teardrops, yo don't even start niggaYou shoulda thought of that long ago before you *****ed meYou dodged me long enough, homey now you been luckyBut now it's pay the piper, no *****in traps or snipersJust the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spidersBut now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you cowardThis is the very hour, I send your family flowersI'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without youThey'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you[Cypress Hill]Relax... no no it's okayLet me give you a light {*muffled: "Oh SHIT!"*}{*flames roaring, a voice screaming*}That's my favorite *****ing song..{*in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays*}[B-Real]This pig harassed the whole neighborhoodWell this pig worked at the stationThis pig he killed my Homeboyso the *****in pig, went on a vacationThis pig he is the chiefGot a brother pig, Captain O'MalleyHe's got a son that's a pig tooHe's collectin pay-offs from a dark alleyThis pig's known as a narco..{*music fades*} 
