The Coup

The Coup - Last Blunt songtekst

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"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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Publisher: Wild Pitch Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

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