Представляем точный текст композиции "One Last Cigarette" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «One Last Cigarette» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "One Last Cigarette"
Lyrics to 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 yall 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 dont 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 didnt matter did it' I know youre livin, but you put your fuckin self in it Dont try to make a move, nigga dont go fuckin dere I know youre hurtin cause youre 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 Deaths angel, but we were never strangers You bout to get mangled, thats truer than Kurt Angle Now its time to pay, any last words to say' I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray Dont even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga Save your teardrops, yo dont 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 its 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 Im sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you Theyll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you [Cypress Hill] Relax... no no its okay Let me give you a light {*muffled: "Oh SHIT!"*} {*flames roaring, a voice screaming*} Thats 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 OMalley Hes got a son thats a pig too Hes collectin pay-offs from a dark alley This pigs known as a narco.. {*music fades*} [ One Last Cigarette Lyrics ]
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