Me And Jesus The Pimp In A '79 Granada Last Night chords by The Coup

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Intro 1
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I hope the

Verse 1
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don't insult you
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he was smiling like a board -chair
As he rolled up the horticulture
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Ignited it and said
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I hope the Vapors don't insult you
When I replied
Did not, but it mix in weed and hop
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He  said it was 9 up and down
like he agreed a lot
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Boy it said we need to plot,
I comply, let's leave the spot
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Hopped in a Granada,
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he's impressed by the beat
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I got his name, it's Jesus,
but his pimp name is Jesus
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He slapped a hold of pieces
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with his plastic prosthesis
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Nig ga, don't you know that I'm your daddy,
said he
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This is true,
plus he schooled me for my
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Mackin degree
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Never flee, try not to flee,
make niggas pee when you stick around
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This man my mama had found,
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taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground,
to show that I'm a hound
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Make sure they hear up a sound,
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it's heard throughout the town
30 years ago
Jesus could pull a hoe quick
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But now he 50
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and his belly hang lower
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than his dick
Philosophy that he spit,
stuck in my memory chips
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And now he puttin' in a disc
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of Gladys Knight and the pips
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And then that shit starts to skip,
he said somebody must've
scratched it
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Put the 40  to his lips
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and put the conscience down the hatchet
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Now since my adolescence,
cause of his pimp lessons
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Smacked my woman in the dental
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just for asking silly questions
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Relationship reduction,
either rock the box or such it
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Ain't got no close partner,
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socially I  can't function
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From the penny was fried,
on how to survive
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Don't be Microsoft,
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be Macintosh with a hard drive
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Used to tell me all the time
to keep a bitch broke
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Did I mention that my mama
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was his number one hope?
Clunked a 40 on the flow
and placed his palm on the dash
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And wheezed out, come on man,
make this motherfucker mash
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Ain't gon' mash too fast,
cause my tags ain't right
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Me and  Jesus the pimp in a 79
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Granada last night
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Oh, I'm to do you all a right!
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I  say hey!
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Oh, I'm do you all a right!
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Oh, I'm do you all a right!
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I say hey!
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Oh, I'm to do you all a right!
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City lights from far away
can make you drop your jaws
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Sparkling light sequins
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on the transvestite at Mardi Gras
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There's beauty in the
cracks of the cement
When I was 5,
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hopped over them wherever we went
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to prevent whatever it was
that could break my momma's back
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Little did I know
that it would roll up in a Cadillac
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And matter of fact,
she couldn't see him like a Cadillac
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And on the track,
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she went from beautiful
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to battle -axin'
Back at home,
she would cry into her pillow,
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vomit in the commode
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I was 6  years old,
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I would crawl into her lap
and we would hug and ho
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Never knew how she was suffering
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from my food and clothes
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She asked me what I
thought of Jesus
when he broke off some bread
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I said he missing an arm,
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and he seemed like a poopy head
She said don't cuss,
and my teeth took a brush
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And get ready for bed,
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and the toilet to flush
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With tears in momma's eyes,
I was her everything
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Before she went out on a stroll,
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she tucked me into bed and sang
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You're just too beautiful
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for words
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I see the red and white lights
as the ambulance flies
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Reminds me of midnight
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in a dope fiend's eyes
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And my nine -year -old
self is paramedics leave
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Left to  bawl my eyes out on a
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neighbor's sleeve
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To give illustrations
that are clear and clean
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I'll take you two hours back
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before this scene
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Early in the morning
when the sun starts to creep
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When the birds start to chirp
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and crack heads go to sleep
My uncle's coming in,
I heard her keys go clink
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Wearing nothing but pumps, bikini,
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and fake mint
Even though she's surfin'
fifty dollars a pop
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Hardly had enough of rent
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after Je sus recopied
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That day the landlady got a rip
before he got his knot
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Slammed mama's head
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against the front boat lock
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Then the pimple one arm done harm
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Reached back and plowed
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into her head like a farm
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Never saw the axe locked
in the back, I was cussin'
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Heard the black flap
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of twenty head crack percussion
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And body blows, her body broke
from bolos to the spine
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I was hysterically cryin',
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all she could do was whine
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She didn't even have the strength
to say I love you, boo
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But I said it to her,
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and she knew that I knew
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She was dead by the time
the ambulance got on the case
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But I never will forget
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the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection
to ask Jesus about directions
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Go to Frisco,
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I got very friendly vocal inflections
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Maba left at MacArthur
to continue in flight
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Me and Jesus, the pimp in a 79 Granada last night
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The rain dropped giant pearls,
God was pissing on the world
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All that old man who was snoring
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rolled on over an Earl
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My temperature gauged,
red cold and blistering
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Spinning wheels made
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a piece of asphalt history
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This was Jesus' debut
out the penitentiary
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Fifteen years, but it seemed like a century
See he went in the pen
for some other murder drama
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Twelve years old, I wrote him a quote,
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I wanna be a pimp, comma
You accidentally killed my moms,
no playa, Haitian points
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We know how bitches act, shit!
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Exclamation point!
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At first it was a set up move,
then it was the truth
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His letters were the only friend
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that I had as a youth
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But his lopsided games,
he was really counterfeit
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So my little son Dominic think
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s  that I'm a dick
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Cause I was running round
like a little baby Jesus
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To me, women had to be saints,
hoes, and skeezers
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And I don't think
that it's going in
till we make revolution
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But who gon' make the shit,
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we worship prostitution
Ain't no women finna die
for the same old conclusion
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Put they life on the line,
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saw some other pimping dudes
and pulled into a vacant lot,
the road to recovery
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Pulled out my pistol
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as we rushed against the shrubbery
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Jesus said,
why the hell you pointing the gap?
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So I pulled a piece of game,
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I could use out your hat
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I   said, this trip is over,
we ain't finna ride on
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This is for my mentor and my mama
that I cried on
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Microsoft motherfuckers
let bygones be bygones
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But since I'm Macintosh,
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I'm a double click yo icon
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
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Me and Jesus the pimp in a
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79 Granada last night
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I  may hear you,
but do you always want to ride
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to  night?
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Always do you want to ride?
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I may hear you,
but do you always want
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to ride tonight?
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You're beautiful for words
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You're just too beautiful for words
You're just too beautiful for words
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But just don't give up on me
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I can't hear you!