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!
when it probably fell out your ear, I'ma look behind the couch finding all of shit, pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper, Broken pagers and a half of grits,
I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs, Could still be camouflaged in my hair, Behind my ear in the back, but it ain't, I know I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank,
You probably threw it out your old pack of cigarettes, in the trashcan you're as high as you get, Sometimes you smokin' one to many hits, About to look in my Caddy the walkway bricks,
I jumped out the door mac light in hand, down the sidewalk leadin' to my van, I hit the and the door just slides, I from front to back and side to side,
I let the Alpine play, got the six disc changer, read out display, Called my boy Dave who paid to skate, Bling, (ring), hello, I think it fell by gate,
Well it's not in my van so I checked my Limited 4x4 with leather seats Looked in the ashtray and only found a I was so high 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 the Joint? 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 it disappears like hocus pocus!!
I'm gettin' amped up in states of mind, I hit a depth for a as I prepare my rhyme, Sometimes I'm high besides I don't lie, Look at all phony people tryin' to make supply, Yeah you sly in your suits, Ya sellouts get the fuck outta here, out, I sag my jeans rock 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 large keep you guessin', Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin', Loungin' you'll be how I'm steppin', It's a lookin' over my ground, Eyes like a owl 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 gots the Naw, I got the Joint!
Yo I got the joint and it's with precision, Precisely in the ends surgical incisions, like religion, my blunt rollin' routine, It's a and yet it comes guaranteed, By me (by who?), Johnny Richter, If your late on the rent, call me Johnny the evictor, To play with my money is to play my emotions, Like in Vegas, your ass is cash,
I got incredible dank as it out the chamber, Mind blowin' smoke taste, Jack Frost you lost seeing stars in space, Laced up to the moon, Pluto Neptune, The Earth is greenest smokin' bong loads at The rings of Saturn lost in space, Homebase it the place we blaze the weed, I gots the is the bomb ass...
Yo, You the joint? 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!
a playa with the big hair baby confide, Still getting high, constantly red eyed, 1228 of bitches inside, where the homies reside We fly class with no ice on the wrist, Rockin' vertebrae links and 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 north down or the inbetween, Red, purple, orange, or the green,
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! around get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King klick tokas, smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!
Yo that peepin' in my window, Hope it's not a po po 'cause they gonna see my crops,
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears like pocus!!
wall hydroponic system, Stealthy with couple thousand watts,
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! Come around get cloudy, like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it like hocus pocus!!