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!
Where when it probably fell out ear, I'ma look behind the couch finding all of shit, Hair pins, erasers, up pieces of paper, Broken and a half pack of grits,
'cause I slipped on my floor up the stairs, Could be camouflaged hidin' in my hair, my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't, I know I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank,
You probably it out with your old pack of cigarettes, in the trashcan you're as high as you get, Sometimes you forget one to many hits, About to in my Caddy down the walkway bricks,
I jumped out the screen door mac in hand, Searchin' down the leadin' to my van, I hit the alarm and the just slides, I check from front to back and 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 it fell by your gate,
Well not in my van so I checked my jeep Limited 4x4 with leather seats Looked in the and only found a roach I was so high I forgot that we had smoked...
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!
I got the Joint! But you gonna smoke it! Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!
I'm gettin' amped up in different of mind, I hit a for a track as I prepare my rhyme, I'm real high besides I don't lie, Look at all these phony people to make supply, Yeah you sly in your suits, Ya sellouts get the outta here, bail out, I sag my rock hemp and ??, I got a 85 caddy, give a about 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', you'll be amazed how I'm steppin', It's a lookin' over my ground, Eyes like a owl head around, 360 degrees in a
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!
Yo I got the joint and rolled with precision, Precisely sliced in the surgical incisions, It's religion, my blunt rollin' routine, It's a process and yet it guaranteed, By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter, If your late on the rent, call me Johnny the evictor, To play with my money is to with my emotions, tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash,
I got incredible as it lingers out the chamber, blowin' 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 blaze the weed, I gots the is the bomb ass...
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!
Just a playa with the big hair confide, Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed, 1228 full of inside, where the homies reside We fly first with no ice on the wrist, vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips, Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket of weed, I got what you want me what you need, And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and 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 gonna smoke it! Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus, King klick tokas, smokers, Come it disappears like 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 smoke it! Come around get cloudy, like hocus pocus, King tokas, royalty smokers, Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!
Back hydroponic system, Stealthy position with 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!!