Yo, You gots the Naw, I got the joint! Yo, Who's got the We all got the joint!
We all on point! We all on point!
Yo, You the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
Where it probably fell out your ear, I'ma behind the couch finding all kinds of shit, Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up of paper, pagers and a half pack of grits,
'cause I on my floor walking up the stairs, Could be camouflaged hidin' in my hair, my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't, I know because I checked, I'm searchin' for the dank,
You probably threw it out with your old of cigarettes, Look in the you're as high as you get, Sometimes you forget smokin' one to hits, About to look in my Caddy the walkway bricks,
I jumped out the screen mac light in hand, Searchin' the sidewalk leadin' to my van, I hit the alarm and the just slides, I check front to back and side to side,
Then I let the Alpine play, got the six changer, read out display, my boy Dave who gets paid to skate, Bling, (ring), hello, I think it fell by gate,
Well not in my van so I checked my jeep Limited edition 4x4 with leather in the ashtray and only found a roach I was so fuckin' I forgot that we had smoked...
Yo, You gots the Naw, I got the joint! Yo, Who's got the We all got the joint!
We all on point! We all on point!
Yo, You gots the Naw, I got the Joint!
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears like pocus!!
I'm gettin' amped up in different of mind, I hit a depth for a as I prepare my rhyme, Sometimes I'm high besides I don't lie, at all these phony people tryin' to make supply, Yeah you sly in flashy suits, Ya sellouts get the fuck outta here, out, I sag my jeans hemp and ??, I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck the billboard, You live at large with your car garage, Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures, I smoke hard blow large you guessin', Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin', Loungin' you'll be how I'm steppin', It's a blessin' lookin' my ground, Eyes a owl head rotates around, 360 degrees in a
Yo, You gots the Naw, I got the joint! Yo, got the joint? We all got the joint!
We all on point! We all on point!
Yo, You the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
Yo I got the joint and rolled with precision, Precisely sliced in the ends incisions, It's like religion, my rollin' routine, It's a process and yet it guaranteed, By me (by who?), Johnny Richter, If your late on the rent, they me Johnny the evictor, To with my money is to play with my emotions, Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,
I got incredible as it lingers out the chamber, Mind blowin' unbelievable taste, Jack have you lost seeing stars in space, Laced up to the moon, then Neptune, The Earth is smokin' bong loads at Venus The rings of gettin' lost in space, Homebase it the we blaze the most weed, I the joint is the bomb ass...
Yo, You the joint? Naw, I got the joint! Yo, Who's got the We all got the joint!
We all on point! We all on point!
Yo, You the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
a playa with the big hair baby confide, Still getting high, constantly red eyed, full of bitches inside, 1605 the homies reside We fly first class no ice on the wrist, vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips, Saggin' jeans, pocket full of weed, I got what you want me what you need, And proceed to bust out the pounds and break em down, Got connections BC, and Chi-Town, With the up down south or the inbetween, Red, purple, orange, or the green,
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared like pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!
Yo who's that in my window, Hope not a po po 'cause then they gonna see my crops,
I got the Joint! But you gonna smoke it! Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it like hocus pocus!!
Back wall system, position with couple thousand watts,
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King klick tokas, smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!