Me And Jesus The Pimp In A '79 Granada Last Night Lyrics

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Well he was smilin' like a vulture when 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 this spot"

Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got

His name is "hay-zoos", but his pimp name is jesus

Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis

"Nigga, don't you know that I'm yo daddy" said he

This is true plus he schooled me for my macin' degree

"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas 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

Make sure the gear rubber sound is heard throughout the town



Thirty years ago jesus could pull a ho quick,

But now he fifty and his belly hang lower than his dick

Philosophy that he spit, stuck in my memory chips

And now he's puttin' in a disk of gladys night an the pips

And then that shit starts to skip, he said "somebody musta scratched it"

Put the forty to his lips and pour the contents down the hatchet



Now since my adolescence 'cause of his pimp lessons

Smack my women in the dentals, just for asking silly questions

Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction

Ain't got no close patnas, 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 ho

Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash

And wheezed out, "Come on man, make this motherfucker mash"

Ain't gonna mash to fast, 'cause my tags ain't right

Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night



Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now

Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now



City lights from far away can make you drop yo' jaw

Sparkling like sequins on a transvestite at mardi gras

There's beauty in the cracks of the cement

When I was five I'd hop over them wherever we went

To prevent, whatever it was that would break my mommas back

Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac

And matter fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract

And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle ax

And back at home, she would cry into her pillow

Vomit in the commode, I was six years old

I would crawl into her lap and we would hug and hold

Never knew how she was sufferin' from my folded clothes

She asked me what I thought of jesus when he broke off some bread

I said "he missin' an 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 momma's eyes I was her everything

Before she went out on a stroll she'd tuck me into bed and sing



You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words



I see the read and white lights as the ambulance flies

Reminds me of midnight in a dope fiends eyes

And my nine year old self as paramedic's leave, left to ball my eyes 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 mornin' when the sun starts to creep

When birds start to chirp and crack heads go to sleep

Mom was comin' in, i hear her keys go clink

Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini and fake mink

Even though she served for 50 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 mommas head against the front bolt lock

Then the pimp 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 low blows 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



Stopped at the intersection to ask jesus 'bout direction

"'S go to Frisco," I got very friendly vocal inflections

Mob a left at Macarther to continue in flight

Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night



Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now

Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now



The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world

Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and hurled

My temperature gauge read cold and blistery

Spinning wheels made a piece of asphalt history

This was jesus debut out the penitentiary

Fifteen years, but it seemed like a century

See he went in the pen for some other murder drama

Twelve years old I wrote him quote I want to be a pimp comma

You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points

You know how bitchas act, shit, exclamation point



At first it was a set of moves, then it was the truth

His letters were the only friend I had as a youth

But his lop sided 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, ho's or skeezers

And I don't think that this goin' end 'til we make revolution

But who gonna make this shit, if we worship prostitution

Ain't no women fin to die for the same old conclusion

Put they life on the line so some other pimp can use 'em



Pulled into the vacant lot, 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 fin to ride on

This is for my mental and my mother that I cried on

Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones,

But since I'm macintosh, I'm gonna double click yo' icon"

He struggled for life, then gave up the fight

Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night



Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now

Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now



And I still remember momma



You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words

You're just too beautiful for words



Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now

Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now



Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now

Oakland, do you wanna ride

I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now
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