Last Blunt Lyrics - The Coup

*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"*