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!
Where it probably fell out your ear, I'ma look behind the couch finding all of shit, pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper, Broken and a half pack of grits,
'cause I slipped on my walking up the stairs, Could still be hidin' in my hair, Behind my ear in the back, but it ain't, I know because I checked, I'm still for the dank,
You probably threw it out with your old of cigarettes, Look in the trashcan as high as you get, Sometimes you forget one to many hits, to look in my Caddy down the walkway bricks,
I jumped out the screen mac light in hand, down the sidewalk leadin' to my van, I hit the and the door just slides, I check front to back and side to side,
Then I let the play, got the six disc changer, read out display, Called my boy Dave who gets to skate, Bling, (ring), hello, I think it by your gate,
Well it's not in my van so I checked my edition 4x4 with leather seats Looked in the ashtray and only a roach I was so fuckin' I forgot that we had smoked...
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 gots the Naw, I got the Joint!
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! Come around get cloudy, like hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!
I'm amped up in different states of mind, I hit a depth for a as I prepare my rhyme, Sometimes I'm real high I don't lie, Look at all these people tryin' to make supply, Yeah you sly in your suits, Ya sellouts get the fuck here, bail out, I sag my jeans rock and ??, I got a 85 caddy, give a about the billboard, You live at large your three car garage, Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures, I smoke hard large keep you guessin', Up in the like a bird, nestin', Loungin' you'll be how I'm steppin', It's a lookin' over my ground, Eyes a owl head rotates around, 360 in a circle
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 gots the Naw, I got the Joint!
Yo I got the joint and it's rolled precision, Precisely in the ends surgical incisions, It's like religion, my rollin' routine, a process and yet it comes guaranteed, By me (by who?), Johnny Richter, If your on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor, To play with my money is to with my emotions, Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,
I got incredible as it lingers out the chamber, Mind blowin' unbelievable taste, Frost have you lost seeing stars in space, Laced up to the moon, Pluto Neptune, The Earth is greenest smokin' bong at Venus The of Saturn gettin' lost in space, Homebase it the we blaze the most weed, I gots the joint is the 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!
Just a playa with the big hair confide, Still getting high, constantly red eyed, 1228 of bitches inside, 1605 the homies reside We fly first with no ice on the wrist, Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet chains on hips, Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket 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, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!
Yo who's peepin' in my window, it's not a po po 'cause then they gonna see my crops,
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!
Back hydroponic system, position with couple thousand watts,
I got the Joint! But you gonna smoke it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!