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!
Where when it fell out your ear, look behind the couch finding all kinds of shit, Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up of paper, Broken pagers and a pack 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 because I checked, I'm searchin' for the dank,
You probably threw it out your old pack of cigarettes, Look in the trashcan as high as you get, Sometimes you forget smokin' one to hits, About to in my Caddy down 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 door slides, I check 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 not in my van so I checked my jeep Limited edition 4x4 with seats Looked in the ashtray and only found a I was so high 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 the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! Come around get cloudy, like hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like 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 high besides I don't lie, at all these phony people tryin' to make supply, Yeah you sly in your suits, Ya sellouts get the outta here, bail 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, Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures, I smoke blow large keep you guessin', Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin', you'll be amazed how I'm steppin', It's a blessin' over my ground, Eyes like a owl head around, 360 degrees in a
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!
Yo I got the joint and it's with precision, sliced in the ends surgical incisions, It's religion, my blunt rollin' routine, a process and yet it comes guaranteed, By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter, If your on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor, To play with my money is to with my emotions, Like in Vegas, your ass is cash,
I got incredible dank as it out the chamber, Mind smoke unbelievable taste, Jack Frost have you lost seeing in space, Laced up to the moon, then Neptune, The Earth is greenest bong loads at Venus The rings of Saturn gettin' in space, Homebase it the place we the most weed, I gots the joint is the 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!
a playa with the big hair baby confide, Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed, 1228 of bitches inside, 1605 the homies reside We fly class with no ice on the wrist, Rockin' links and wallet chains on their hips, jeans, DC's pocket full of weed, I got what you want tell me you need, And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and 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 gonna smoke it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared 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 then they see my crops,
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! around get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears like pocus!!
Back wall system, Stealthy position couple thousand watts,
I got the Joint! But you gonna smoke it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!