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!
Where when it probably out your ear, look behind the couch finding all kinds of shit, Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up of paper, pagers and a half pack of grits,
'cause I slipped on my walking up the stairs, Could be camouflaged hidin' in my hair, Behind my ear in the back, but it ain't, I know because I checked, I'm searchin' for the dank,
You threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes, Look in the you're as high as you get, Sometimes you smokin' one to many hits, About to look in my Caddy the walkway bricks,
I out the screen door mac light in hand, down the sidewalk leadin' to my van, I hit the alarm and the just slides, I check from front to and side to side,
I let the Alpine 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 found a roach I was so fuckin' high I 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 smoke it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared like pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!
I'm gettin' amped up in states of mind, I hit a for a track as I prepare my rhyme, Sometimes I'm real high I don't lie, Look at all these phony tryin' to make supply, you sly in your flashy suits, Ya sellouts get the outta here, bail out, I sag my rock hemp and ??, I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck the billboard, You live at large with three car garage, Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures, I smoke hard large keep you guessin', Up in the like a bird, nestin', Loungin' be amazed how I'm steppin', It's a blessin' lookin' my ground, Eyes like a owl head around, 360 degrees in a
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!
Yo I got the joint and rolled with precision, Precisely in the ends surgical incisions, It's like religion, my blunt routine, a process and yet it comes guaranteed, By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter, If your late on the rent, they call me the evictor, To with my money is to play with my emotions, Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,
I got incredible dank as it out the chamber, Mind blowin' smoke taste, Jack Frost have you seeing stars in space, Laced up to the moon, then Neptune, The Earth is smokin' bong loads at Venus The of Saturn gettin' lost in space, it the place we blaze the most weed, I the joint is the bomb ass...
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!
Just a playa with the big hair confide, Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed, 1228 of bitches inside, 1605 where the reside We fly first class no ice on the wrist, Rockin' vertebrae and wallet chains on their hips, Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket of weed, I got you want tell me what you need, And I'll to bust out the pounds and break em down, Got BC, Cali and Chi-Town, the up north 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, like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, around it disappears like hocus pocus!!
Yo who's that in my window, Hope it's not a po po 'cause then gonna see my crops,
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!!
Back hydroponic system, Stealthy position couple thousand watts,
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!!