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 : [sound of taking a hit, coughing, hacking and phlegm] {Kermit the Frog] You know whats green' [Pam samples Cypress Hill] Puff, puffin, puffin, puff, puffin Puffin on a blunt Last night I puffed on my last blunt Damn that was a stupid stunt Cause I done said that ten times befo That when my life has come to a crescendo I will let that endo go But Im still kissin it like Im under the mistletoe So here we go, Im walkin with a steady swagger Speakin with a st steady stagger Preachin with a souther drawl that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart Cough them flavored 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 befo ya go up in her" So I did it and I guess it musta did the trick She enjoyed so I guess musta rived the clit Felt like a man and I left her with an ego strip 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 with plastic, so Im off to drain the vein for days I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stank Call myself a saint, cause I wont touch the bowl of boom I gives a fuck, just dont interrupt my Looney Tunes This afternoon, cause I could find a job anytime Step off my behind, im in a Doobie Brothers state of mind Run DMC, AT&T yo, they both be illin I smoked that blunt for last moths three hundred dollar billin And Im willin 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 cow tit But on the flip tip, I know I gotta get a grip Even though in high school I used to be hip [coughing] But shit, Im hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin My throat cant take no mo No future in my frontin But its rough when you grow up, in 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 lackadaisical It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow But Im an old bro I done past two decades Im wearin shades so my eyes dont reveal the red haze caused by my yung causes daze like Frankie Beverly Amazin em back its tried again, no roaches and no safety pins Now Im pennin rhymes about getting on the wagon And I get skittish when I think about how the British put the opium in Asia Fat one to the tactic gankin black folks while they haze ya If your gettin perved your gettin served this economic Like the gin and tonic Brothers get moronic From they chronic bionic And its ironic Cause were not gettin fucked up were just gettin fucked Shit outta 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 ganja was a jailer Waita 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 And if ya smoke a sack, take some Ex-lax, its mental constipation Theres no hesitation when Im talkin about political friction Stoppin evictions Government made afflictions And I have an addiction Thats a big contradiction So I must confront it There aint no revolution goin come from a blunt Put the blunt down, Ooooh Put the blunt down, Ooh, Ooooh My parnas uncles cousin got killed by a shooter Im depressed, theres a rumor, Boots is gonna hit the buddha Mary jane will be alone tonight The only type of hit in sight comes from Pam the Funkstress Give it to her [scratches and samples] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [ Last Blunt Lyrics ]
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