Songtext Last blunt The Coup

Last blunt

*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 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 Im still kissin it like Im under the mistletoe
So here we go Im morkin 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 Im flippin since the last one g my laces are tied
So you cant 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
Dont know why, cause I couldnt even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and Im always gettin blasted but its drastic
Cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked
Cant buy it with plastic so Im off to drain the vein for days
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, cause I wont touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just dont interrupt my looney tunes
This afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind Im in a doobie brothers state of mind
Run-d.m.c., at&t, yo they both be illin
I smoked that blunt for last months three hundred dollar billin
And Im willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didnt take a toke Id be leadin a street revolt
So I make a mental note, and to my frustration
I decide I cant do shit about the situation
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the bic and its on hit
Coulda been my last blunt... but I cant quit
Cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cows 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 Im hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin
My throat cant take no more, no future in my frontin
But its rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
Thats why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point
But it dont faze me though I take it lacadaisical
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow
But Im an old bro, I done passed two decades
Im wearin shades so my eyes dont reveal the red haze
Caused by my yung, cause days like frankie beverly
Amazin em back its tried again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now Im 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 youre gettin perved
Youre gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and its ironic
Cause were not gettin fucked up, were just gettin fucked
Shit out of luck and were stuck with our mind in a muck
So dont 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 theres no hallucination
So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some ex-lax its mental constipation
Theres no hesitation when Im talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions
Government made afflictions and I have an addiction
Thats a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause 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 shooter
Im depressed so theres 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*