Coup - Last Blunt Lyrics
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*Do you know whats 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 befoThat when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo goBut Im still kissin it like Im under the mistletoeSo here we go Im morkin 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 Im flippin since the last one g my laces are tiedSo you cant trip with me, I remember 1988 decemberSomeone said, puff on this before you go up in herSo 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 tripDont know why, cause I couldnt even feel my dickEgo trip lasted and Im always gettin blasted but its drasticCause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kickedCant buy it with plastic so Im off to drain the vein for daysI get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stinkCall myself a saint, cause I wont touch a bowl of foodI gives a *****, just dont interrupt my looney tunesThis afternoon cause I can find a job anytimeStep off my behind Im in a doobie brothers state of mindRun-d.m.c., at&t, yo they both be illinI smoked that blunt for last months three hundred dollar billinAnd Im willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to copeBut if I didnt take a toke Id be leadin a street revoltSo I make a mental note, and to my frustrationI decide I cant do shit about the situationPut the spliff to my lips, flick the bic and its on hitCoulda been my last blunt... but I cant quitCause then I have to deal with, some mother*****in real shitSqueezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cows titBut on the flip tip I know I gotta get a gripEven though in high school he used to be hip*coughing*But shit Im hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethinMy throat cant take no more, no future in my frontinBut its rough when you grow up and the tough men roll jointsThats why I been on the bench for marijuana to this pointBut it dont faze me though I take it lacadaisicalIt takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flowBut Im an old bro, I done passed two decadesIm wearin shades so my eyes dont reveal the red hazeCaused by my yung, cause days like frankie beverlyAmazin em back its tried again, no roaches and no safety pinsNow Im 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 youre gettin pervedYoure gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonicBrothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and its ironicCause were not gettin *****ed up, were just gettin *****edShit out of luck and were stuck with our mind in a muckSo dont 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 theres no hallucinationSo what the ***** they say that junk is good for meditationIf you smoke a sack, take some ex-lax its mental constipationTheres no hesitation when Im talkin bout political frictionStoppin evictionsGovernment made afflictions and I have an addictionThats a big contradiction so I must confront itCause aint no revolution gonna come from a blunt*singers sing put the blunt down, oooh-ooh! 2x*My partners cousins uncle got killed by a shooterIm depressed so theres 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*
