Luyện nghe bài hát Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night

Well, he was smilin' like a as he rolled up the horticulture
it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
"Nigga don't you know I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee you stick around"
man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly lower than his dick
Philosophy he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Knight and the Pips
Then shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents the hatchet
since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my in the dental just for askin' silly questions
reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, I cain't function
the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a broke
Did I mention my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

*sung* (2X)

Oakland do you ride?
I hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

City from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the
When I was five I over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could my momma's back
Little did I know that it roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a
And on the track, she went from to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my teeth to go
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her
she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and

much too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the flies
Reminds me of in a dopefiend's eyes
And my self as paramedics leave
Left to my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations are clear and clean
I'll take you two back before this scene:
Early in the when the sun starts to creep
the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and mink
Even though she served, for fifty
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus
That day the got her rent befo' he got his knot
momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the wit one arm done harm
back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was
the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the
But I never will forget the plastic stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night

The rain giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' on over and earled
My temperatyre read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each of asphault history
This was debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
See, he went in the pen for other murder drama
Twelve years old I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation
You know how bitches act, shit points
it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a
But his lopsided game, see, was really
So my little son Dominic thinks I'm a dick
I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we prostitution?
Ain't no women die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the to recovery
Pulled out my as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you a gat?"
So I a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna on
is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, double click your icons"
He for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night