| Song | Last Blunt |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Kill My Landlord |
| 作词 : Davis, Riley | |
| *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"* |
| zuò cí : Davis, Riley | |
| 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 | |
| Rund. 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 exlax 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, ooohooh!" 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" |