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!
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 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 I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank,
You probably threw it out 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 down the 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 play, got the six disc changer, read out display, Called my boy Dave who gets to skate, Bling, (ring), hello, I think it fell by gate,
Well not in my van so I checked my jeep edition 4x4 with leather seats Looked in the and only found a roach I was so fuckin' I forgot that we had smoked...
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 the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it! Come around get cloudy, disappeared like pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it disappears like pocus!!
I'm gettin' amped up in states of mind, I hit a depth for a track as I my rhyme, Sometimes I'm real high besides I lie, Look at all these people tryin' to make supply, Yeah you sly in flashy 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 your three car garage, Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures, I smoke hard blow keep you guessin', Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin', you'll be amazed how I'm steppin', It's a blessin' lookin' my ground, Eyes like a owl rotates 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 the Joint? Naw, I got the Joint!
Yo I got the joint and rolled with precision, Precisely sliced in the surgical incisions, like religion, my blunt rollin' routine, It's a process and yet it guaranteed, By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter, If your on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor, To with my money is to play with my emotions, tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash,
I got dank as it lingers out the chamber, blowin' smoke unbelievable taste, Jack Frost have you seeing stars in space, Laced up to the moon, then Neptune, The Earth is greenest bong loads at Venus The rings of gettin' lost in space, it the place we blaze the most weed, I gots the 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!
a playa with the big hair baby confide, Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed, 1228 of bitches inside, 1605 where the homies We fly first class no ice on the wrist, Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet 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 and break em down, Got connections BC, 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 get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King klick tokas, smokers, around it disappears like hocus pocus!!
Yo that peepin' in my window, Hope 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 like pocus, klick tokas, royalty smokers, Come around it like hocus pocus!!
Back wall system, Stealthy position with thousand watts,
I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it! around get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King klick tokas, smokers, Come around it disappears like pocus!!