Last Blunt lyrics

Artist  : Coup 
Song : Last Blunt



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 *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 sh*t can help you get your
as* 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 f**k, 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 sh*t 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 motherf**kin
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 sh*t 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 f**ked up, we’re just
gettin f**ked
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 f**k 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"*