Lirik Lagu One Last Cigarette - Cypress Hill
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Man in background)Fuck you motherfuckeruntie me from this chair manyou better untie me from this chair niggayou know who the fuck I am?I will have you killed niggayou better untie me motherfuckafuck y'all motherfuckers mando you know who the fuck I am, man?Motherfucker!(muffled shouts)
Rightsure you rightwanna cigarette nigga?
B-RealYou was a good kidyour parents musta loved youthey got you outta troubleno matter how big the bubblethey gave you everything,naw you never needed nothinwe used to get high,'member we was weeded cousin?we used to go to clubsblaze it up and act crazywhat made you turn aroundwas it drugs or your ladywe had good timescommittin' hood crimeswe drew linesbut you never understood mineyou don't go fuckin homiesjust like my momma told meI held my hood up onlyyou were a fucking phonyI guess it manifested when I got the call earlythey said you bunkered down in the hood with old girlyshe had your back covered but that didn't matter did itI know you're livid but you put your fucking self in itdon't try to make a move nigga don't go fuckin dareI know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chairyou never loved your familyyou robbed them all gladlythey tried to love you sadlyyou let 'em down badlyjust call me death angelbut we were never strangersyou bout to get mangledthat's truer than Kurt AngleNow it's time to payany last word to say?I know your minds strayedSon, I think you need to prayDon't even need to tell you,you were a smart niggaSave your teardrops,yo don't even start niggaya shoulda thought a that long ago before ya fucked meya dodged long enough homie now ya been luckybut now it's pay the piperno fucking traps or snipersjust a gas a lightercaught up
Rightsure you rightwanna cigarette nigga?
B-RealYou was a good kidyour parents musta loved youthey got you outta troubleno matter how big the bubblethey gave you everything,naw you never needed nothinwe used to get high,'member we was weeded cousin?we used to go to clubsblaze it up and act crazywhat made you turn aroundwas it drugs or your ladywe had good timescommittin' hood crimeswe drew linesbut you never understood mineyou don't go fuckin homiesjust like my momma told meI held my hood up onlyyou were a fucking phonyI guess it manifested when I got the call earlythey said you bunkered down in the hood with old girlyshe had your back covered but that didn't matter did itI know you're livid but you put your fucking self in itdon't try to make a move nigga don't go fuckin dareI know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chairyou never loved your familyyou robbed them all gladlythey tried to love you sadlyyou let 'em down badlyjust call me death angelbut we were never strangersyou bout to get mangledthat's truer than Kurt AngleNow it's time to payany last word to say?I know your minds strayedSon, I think you need to prayDon't even need to tell you,you were a smart niggaSave your teardrops,yo don't even start niggaya shoulda thought a that long ago before ya fucked meya dodged long enough homie now ya been luckybut now it's pay the piperno fucking traps or snipersjust a gas a lightercaught up
