The Coup (USA) - Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night lyrics

[Verse 1 - 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 Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis n***a 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 n***as 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' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick But now he's fifty 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 sh** starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it Put the forty 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 b**h broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash And wheezed out come on man, make this motherf**er mash Ain't gonna mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night [Hook] Oakland do you wanna ride I can't hear you, Oakland do you wanna ride tonight [Verse 2 - Boots] City lights from far away can make you drop your 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 matter-of-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 Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seems 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" I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies Reminds me of midnight in a dope fiend's eyes And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave Left to bawl 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 before he got his knot Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock Then the pump with 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 twenty head crack percussion And body blows, her body froze from bolos 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 Let's 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 - 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 temperature gauge read, cold and blistery Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphalt 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 k**ed my mom, no player hatin' points You know how b**hes act, sh**, 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 gonna end til we make revolution But who gonna make the sh** if we worship prostitution Ain't no women finna die for the same old 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 motherf**ers let bygones be bygones But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icons" He struggled for life, then gave up the fight Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night [Hook] [Boots] And I still remember momma You're much too beautiful for words