paroles de chanson Me and Jesus the Pimp In a '79 Granada Last Night - The Coup
(Boots)
Well,
he
was
smilin'
like
a
vulture
as
he
rolled
up
the
horticulture
Ignited
it,
and
said,
"I
hope
the
vapors
don't
insult
ya"
What
I
replied
denied,
but
he
mixin
weed
and
hop
His
head
was
noddin'
up
and
down
like
he
agreed
a
lot
Bored,
said,
"We
need
a
plot,"
I
comply,
"Let's
leave
the
spot"
Hopped
in
the
Granada,
he's
impressed
by
the
beat
I
got
His
name
is
"hay-zoos"
but
his
pimp
name
is
"gee-zus"
Slapped
a
hoe
to
pieces
with
his
plastic
prosthesis
"Nigga
don't
you
know
that
I'm
your
daddy?"
said
he
This
is
true,
plus
he
schooled
me
for
my
mackin'
degree
"Never
plea,
try
not
to
flee,
make
niggaz
pee
when
you
stick
around"
This
man
my
momma
had
found
taught
me
to
put
it
down
I
press
the
gas
to
the
ground
to
show
that
I'm
a
hound
Makin'
sho'
that
get
rubber
sound
is
heard
throughout
the
town
Thirty
years
ago,
Jesus
could
pull
a
hoe
quick
But
now
he
50
and
his
belly
hangs
lower
than
his
dick
Philosophy
that
he
spit
stuck
in
my
memory
chips
And
now
he
puttin'
in
a
disk
of
Gladys
Knight
and
the
Pips
Then
that
shit
starts
to
skip,
he
said,
"Somebody
musta
scratch
it"
Put
the
40
to
his
lips
and
poured
the
contents
down
the
hatchet
Well
since
my
adolescence,
cause
of
his
pimp
lessons
Smack
my
woman
in
the
dental
just
for
askin'
silly
questions
Relationship
reduction
to
either
rock
the
box
or
suction
Ain't
got
no
close
partners,
socially
I
can't
function
From
the
pen
he
would
scribe,
on
how
to
survive:
"Don't
be
Microsoft,
be
Macintosh
with
a
Hard
Drive"
Used
to
tell
me
all
the
time
to
keep
a
bitch
broke
Did
I
mention
that
my
momma
was
his
number
one
hoe?
Clunked
the
40
on
the
flo'
and
placed
his
palm
on
the
dash
And
wheezed
out,
"C'mon
man,
make
this
motherfucker
mash!"
Ain't
gon'
mash
too
fast,
cause
my
tags
ain't
right
Me
and
Jesus
the
Pimp
in
a
'79
Granada
last
night
Chorus:
*sung*
(2X)
Oakland
do
you
wanna
ride?
I
can't
hear
you!
Oakland
do
you
wanna
ride
tonight?
(Boots)
City
lights
from
far
way
can
make
you
drop
yo'
jaw
Sparklin'
like
sequins
on
a
transvestite
at
Mardi
Gras
There's
beauty
in
the
cracks
of
the
cement
When
I
was
five
I
hopped
over
them
wherever
we
went
to
prevent
Whatever
it
was
that
could
break
my
momma's
back
Little
did
I
know
that
it
would
roll
up
in
a
Cadillac
And
matta'
fact,
she
couldn't
see
him
like
a
cataract
And
on
the
track,
she
went
from
beautiful
to
battle
axe
And
back
at
home,
she
would
cry
into
her
pillow
Vomit
in
the
commode,
I
was
six
years
old
I
would
crawl
onto
her
lap
and
we
would
hug
and
hold
She
asked
me
what
I
thought
of
Jesus
when
he
broke
off
some
bread
I
said,
"He
missin'
a
arm,
and
he
seem
like
a
pee-pee
head"
She
said,
"Don't
cuss,"
and
my
teeth
to
go
brush
And
get
ready
for
bed,
and
the
toilet
to
flush
With
tears
in
my
momma's
eyes,
I
was
her
everything
Before
she
went
out
on
the
stroll
She'd
tuck
me
into
bed
and
sing:
You're
just
too
beautiful
for
words
(repeat)
(Boots)
I
see
the
red
and
white
lights
as
the
ambulance
flies
Reminds
me
of
midnight
in
a
dope
fiend's
eyes
And
my
9-year-old
self
as
paramedics
leave
Left
to
ball
my
eyes
out
on
a
neighbor's
sleeve
To
give
illustrations
that
are
clear
and
clean
I'll
take
you
two
hours
back
before
this
scene:
Early
in
the
morning
when
the
sun
starts
to
creep
When
the
birds
start
to
chirp
and
crackheads
go
to
sleep
Moms
was
comin'
in
I
heard
her
keys
go
clink
Wearin'
nothin'
but
pumps,
bikini,
and
fake
mink
Even
though
she
served,
for
fifty
dollars-a-pop
Hardly
had
enough
for
rent
after
Jesus
re-copped
That
day
the
landlady
got
her
rent
befo'
he
got
his
knot
Slammed
momma's
head
against
the
front
bolt
lock
Then
the
pump
wit
one
arm
done
harm
Reached
back
and
plowed
into
her
head
like
a
farm
Never
saw
the
act,
locked
in
the
back,
I
was
cussin'
Heard
the
blap
blap
of
tewnty
headcrack
percussion
And
body
blows,
her
body
froze
from
bolo's
to
the
spine
I
was
hysterically
cryin',
all
she
could
do
was
whine
She
didn't
even
have
the
strength
to
say,
I
love
you
boo
But
I
said
it
to
her
and
she
knew
that
I
knew
She
was
dead
by
the
time
the
ambulance
got
on
the
case
But
I
never
will
forget
the
plastic
hand
stuck
in
her
face
Stop
at
the
intersection
to
ask
Jesus
'bout
directions
Go
to
frisco.
(I
got
very
friendly
vocal
inflections)
Mob
a
left
at
macarthur
to
continue
in
flight
Me
and
Jesus
the
pimp
in
a
'79
granada
last
night
(Chorus)
(Boots)
The
rain
dropped
giant
pearls,
God
was
pissin'
on
the
world
Or
that
old
man
who
was
snorin'
rolled
on
over
and
earled
My
temperatyre
gayge
read
cold
and
blistery
Spinnin'
wheels
made
each
piece
of
asphault
history
This
was
Jesus
debut
out
the
penitentiary
Fifteen
years,
but
it
seem
like
a
century
See,
he
went
in
the
pen
for
some
other
murder
drama
Twelve
years
old
when
I
wrote
him
quote
I
wanna
be
a
pimp
comma
You
accidentally
killed
my
mom,
no
playa
hation
points
You
know
how
bitches
act,
shit
exclamation
points
First
it
was
a
set
up
move,
then
it
was
the
truth
His
letters
were
the
only
thing
I
had
as
a
youth
But
his
lopsided
game,
see,
was
really
counterfeit
So
my
little
son
dominic
thinks
that
I'm
a
dick
Cause
I
was
runnin'
'round
like
a
little
baby
Jesus
To
me
women
had
to
be
saints,
hoes,
or
skeezers
And
I
don't
think
that
it's
gon'
end
til
we
make
revolution
But
who
gon'
make
the
shit
if
we
worship
prostitution?
Ain't
no
women
finna
die
for
the
same
ol'
conclusion
Put
they
life
on
the
line
so
some
other
pimp
could
use
'em
Pulled
into
a
vacant
lot,
the
road
to
recovery
Pulled
out
my
pistol
as
we
brushed
against
the
shrubbery
Jesus
said,
why
the
hell
you
pointin'
a
gat?
So
I
pulled
a
piece
of
game
I
could
use
out
the
hat
I
said,
this
trip
is
over,
we
ain't
finna
ride
on
This
is
for
my
mental
and
my
momma
that
I
cried
on
Microsoft
motherfuckers
let
bygones
be
bygones
But
since
I'm
macintosh,
i'ma
double
click
your
icons
He
struggled
for
life,
then
gave
up
the
fight
Me
and
Jesus
the
pimp
in
a
'79
granada
last
night
(Chorus)
1 Bullets And Love (Introduction)
2 We Are The Ones
3 5 Million Ways to Kill a C.E.O.
4 Gunsmoke
5 ShoYoAss
6 Ride the Fence
7 The Shipment
8 Get That Monkey Off Your Back
9 My Favorite Mutiny
10 BabyLet'sHaveABabyBeforeBushDoSomethin'Crazy
11 Me and Jesus the Pimp In a '79 Granada Last Night
12 Laugh/Love/Fuck
13 Heven Tonite
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