Представляем точный текст композиции "Last Blunt" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coup (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Last Blunt» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coup (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coup (The) - "Last Blunt"
Lyrics to 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!" [x2] 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"] [ Last Blunt Lyrics ]
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