Coup – Last Blunt lyrics

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"