Текст (слова) песни: The Coup - Last Blunt

 
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking* 
"Do you know what`s green?" 
 
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"* 
 
[Boots] 
Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt 
cause I done said this ten times befo` 
that when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go 
but I`m still kissin it like I`m under the mistletoe 
So here we go I`m Mork`in with the steady swagger 
speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawl 
that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off 
Said I know I`m flippin since the last one G my laces are tied 
so you can`t trip with me, I remember 1988 December 
Someone said, "Puff on this before you go up in her" 
So I did it and I guess it must have did the trick 
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clit 
Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo trip 
Don`t know why, cause I couldn`t even feel my dick 
Ego trip lasted and I`m always gettin blasted but it`s drastic 
cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked 
Can`t buy it with plastic so I`m off to drain the vein for days 
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink 
Call myself a saint, cause I won`t touch a bowl of food 
I gives a fuck, just don`t interrupt my Looney Tunes 
this afternoon cause I can find a job anytime 
Step off my behind I`m in a Doobie Brothers state of mind 
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin` 
I smoked that blunt for last month`s three hundred dollar billin 
And I`m willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope 
but if I didn`t take a toke I`d be leadin a street revolt 
So I make a mental note, and to my frustration 
I decide I can`t do shit about the situation 
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it`s on hit 
Coulda been my last blunt... but I can`t quit 
cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit 
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow`s tit 
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a grip 
even though in high school he used to be hip 
 
*coughing* 
 
But shit I`m hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin 
My throat can`t take no more, no future in my frontin 
But it`s rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints 
That`s why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point 
But it don`t faze me though I take it lacadaisical 
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow 
But I`m an old bro, I done passed two decades 
I`m wearin shades so my eyes don`t reveal the red haze 
caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly 
Amazin em back it`s tried again, no roaches and no safety pins 
Now I`m pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon 
and I get skittish when I think of how the British 
put the opium in Asia, fat one to that tactic 
Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you`re gettin perved 
you`re gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic 
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it`s ironic 
cause we`re not gettin fucked up, we`re just gettin FUCKED 
Shit out of luck and we`re stuck with our mind in a muck 
So don`t duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylors 
til I figured out that the ganjah was a jailor 
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation 
The Coup is coming through, and there`s no hallucination 
So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation 
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it`s mental constipation 
there`s no hesitation when I`m talkin bout political friction 
Stoppin evictions 
Government made afflictions and I have an addiction 
that`s a big contradiction so I must confront it 
Cause ain`t no revolution gonna come from a blunt 
 
*singers sing "Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!" 2X* 
 
My partner`s cousin`s uncle got killed by a shooter 
I`m depressed so there`s a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddah 
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight 
comes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her 
 
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches "blunt"*
 

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