Текст песни The Coup - Last Blunt
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*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 stuntcause I done said this ten times befo`that when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo gobut I`m still kissin it like I`m under the mistletoeSo here we go I`m Mork`in with the steady swaggerspeakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawlthat sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it offSaid I know I`m flippin since the last one G my laces are tiedso you can`t trip with me, I remember 1988 DecemberSomeone said, "Puff on this before you go up in her"So I did it and I guess it must have did the trickShe enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clitFelt like a man and I loved her with an indo tripDon`t know why, cause I couldn`t even feel my dickEgo trip lasted and I`m always gettin blasted but it`s drasticcause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kickedCan`t buy it with plastic so I`m off to drain the vein for daysI get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stinkCall myself a saint, cause I won`t touch a bowl of foodI gives a fuck, just don`t interrupt my Looney Tunesthis afternoon cause I can find a job anytimeStep off my behind I`m in a Doobie Brothers state of mindRun-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin`I smoked that blunt for last month`s three hundred dollar billinAnd I`m willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to copebut if I didn`t take a toke I`d be leadin a street revoltSo I make a mental note, and to my frustrationI decide I can`t do shit about the situationPut the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it`s on hitCoulda been my last blunt... but I can`t quitcause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shitSqueezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow`s titBut on the flip tip I know I gotta get a gripeven though in high school he used to be hip*coughing*But shit I`m hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethinMy throat can`t take no more, no future in my frontinBut it`s rough when you grow up and the tough men roll jointsThat`s why I been on the bench for marijuana to this pointBut it don`t faze me though I take it lacadaisicalIt takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flowBut I`m an old bro, I done passed two decadesI`m wearin shades so my eyes don`t reveal the red hazecaused by my yung, cause days like Frankie BeverlyAmazin em back it`s tried again, no roaches and no safety pinsNow I`m pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagonand I get skittish when I think of how the Britishput the opium in Asia, fat one to that tacticGankin black folks while they daze ya, if you`re gettin pervedyou`re gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonicBrothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it`s ironiccause we`re not gettin fucked up, we`re just gettin FUCKEDShit out of luck and we`re stuck with our mind in a muckSo don`t duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylorstil I figured out that the ganjah was a jailorWait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situationThe Coup is coming through, and there`s no hallucinationSo what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditationIf you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it`s mental constipationthere`s no hesitation when I`m talkin bout political frictionStoppin evictionsGovernment made afflictions and I have an addictionthat`s a big contradiction so I must confront itCause 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 shooterI`m depressed so there`s a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddahMary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sightcomes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her*DJ Pam cuts and scratches "blunt"*