Coup - Me & Jesus The Pimp In A '79 Granada Last Night Lyrics
[boots]Well, he was smilin like a vulture as he rolled up the horticultureIgnited it, and said, I hope the vapors dont insult yaWhat I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hopHis head was noddin up and down like he agreed a lotBored, said, we need a plot, I comply, lets leave the spotHopped in the granada, hes impressed by the beat I gotHis name is hay-zoos but his pimp name is gee-zusSlapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesisNigga dont you know that Im your daddy? said heThis is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin degreeNever plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick aroundThis man my momma had found taught me to put it downI press the gas to the ground to show that Im a houndMakin sho that get rubber sound is heard throughout the townThirty years ago, jesus could pull a hoe quickBut now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dickPhilosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chipsAnd now he puttin in a disk of gladys knight and the pipsThen that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody musta scratch itPut the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchetWell since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessonsSmack my woman in the dental just for askin silly questionsRelationship reduction to either rock the box or suctionAint got no close potnahs, socially I caint functionFrom the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:Dont be microsoft, be macintosh with a hard driveUsed to tell me all the time to keep a ***** brokeDid I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?Clunked the 40 on the flo and placed his palm on the dashAnd wheezed out, cmon man, make this mother*****er mash!Aint gon mash too fast, cause my tags aint rightMe and jesus the pimp in a 79 granada last nightChorus: *sung* (2x)Oakland do you wanna ride?I cant hear you! oakland do you wanna ride tonight?[boots]City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo jawSparklin like sequins on a transvestite at mardi grasTheres beauty in the cracks of the cementWhen I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to preventWhatever it was that could break my mommas backLittle did I know that it would roll up in a cadillacAnd matta-fact, she couldnt see him like a cataractAnd on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxeAnd back at home, she would cry into her pillowVomit in the commode, I was six years oldI would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and holdShe asked me what I thought of jesus when he broke off some breadI said, he missin a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee headShe said, dont cuss, and my teeth to go brushAnd get ready for bed, and the toilet to flushWith tears in my mommas eyes, I was her everythingBefore she went out on the strollShed tuck me into bed and sing:Youre much too beautiful for words (4x)I see the red and white lights as the ambulance fliesReminds me of midnight in a dopefiends eyesAnd my 9-year-old self as paramedics leaveLeft to ball my eyes out on a neighbors sleeveTo make illustrations that are clear and cleanIll take you two hours back before this scene:Early in the morning when the sun starts to creepWhen the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleepMoms was comin in I heard her keys go clinkWearin nothin but pumps, bikini, and fake minkEven though she served, for fifty dollars-a-popHardly had enough for rent after jesus re-coppedThat day the landlady got her rent befo he got his knotSlammed mommas head against the front bolt lockThen the pump wit one arm done harmReached back and plowed into her head like a farmNever saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussinHeard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussionAnd body blows, her body froze from bolos to the spineI was hysterically cryin, all she could do was whineShe didnt even have the strength to say, I love you booBut I said it to her and she knew that I knewShe was dead by the time the ambulance got on the caseBut I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her faceStop at the intersection to ask jesus bout directionsS go to frisco.. (I got very friendly vocal inflections)Mob a left at macarthur to continue in flightMe and jesus the pimp in a 79 granada last nightChorus[boots]The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin on the worldOr that old man who was snorin rolled on over and earledMy temperatyre gayge read cold and blisterySpinnin wheels made each piece of asphault historyThis was jesus debut out the penitentiaryFifteen years, but it seem like a centurySee, he went in the pen for some other murder dramaTwelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp commaYou accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation pointsYou know how *****es act, shit exclamation pointsFirst it was a set up move, then it was the truthHis letters were the only thing I had as a youthBut his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeitSo my little son dominic thinks that Im a dickCause I was runnin round like a little baby jesusTo me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezersAnd I dont think that its gon end til we make revolutionBut who gon make the shit if we worship prostitution?Aint no women finna die for the same ol conclusionPut they life on the line so some other pimp could use emPulled into a vacant lot, the road to recoveryPulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubberyJesus said, why the hell you pointin a gat?So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hatI said, this trip is over, we aint finna ride onThis is for my mental and my momma that I cried onMicrosoft mother*****ers let bygones be bygonesBut since Im macintosh, ima double click your iconsHe struggled for life, then gave up the fightMe and jesus the pimp in a 79 granada last nightChorus
