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Yo, you gots the joint
Naw, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint
We all got the joint
We all on point
Where when it probably fell out your
ear
I'ma look behind the couch finding all kinds of shit
Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper
Broken pagers and a half pack of grits
Cuz I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged hidin' in my hair
Behind my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't
I know because I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank
You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes
Look in the trashcan you're as high as you get
Sometimes you forget smokin' one to many hits
About to look in my Caddy down the walkway bricks
I jumped out the screen door mac light in hand
Searchin' down the sidewalk leadin' to my van
I hit the alarm and the door just slides
I check from front to back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play, got the six disc changer, read out display
Called my boy Dave who gets paid to skate
Bling, (ring), hello, I think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found a roach
I was so fuckin' high I forgot that we had smoked
Yo, you gots the joint
Naw, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint
We all got the joint
We all on point
I got the joint but you ain't gonna
smoke it
Come around ?? it disappeared like hocus pocus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hocus pocus
I'm gettin' amped up in different
states of mind
I hit a depth for my track as I prepare my rhyme
Sometimes I'm real high besides I don't lie
Look at all these phony people tryin' to make supply
Yeah you sly in your flashy suits
Ya sellouts get the fuck outta here, bail out
I sag my jeans rock hemp and ?
I got a 85 Caddy, give a fuck about the billboard
You live at large with your three car garage
Your Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures
I smoke hard blow large keep you guessin'
Up in the treehouse like a bird, nestin'
Loungin' you'll be amazed how I'm steppin'
It's a blessin' lookin' over my ground
Eyes like a owl head rotates around
360 degrees in a circle
Yo, you gots the joint
Naw, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint
We all got the joint
We all on point
Yo I got the joint and it's rolled
with precision
Precisely sliced in the ends surgical incisions
It's like religion my blunt rollin' routine
It's a process and yet it comes guaranteed
By me (by who) motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If your late on the rent, then call me Johnny the evictor
To play with my money is to play with my emotions
Like tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash
I got incredible dank as it lingers out the chamber
Mind blowin' smoke unbelievable taste
Jack Frost have you lost seeing stars in space
Laced up to the moon Pluto then Neptune
The Earth is greenest smokin' bong loads at Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' lost in space
Homebase it the place we blaze the most weed
I gots the joint is the bomb ass ?
Yo, you gots the joint
Naw, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint
We all got the joint
We all on point
Just a playa with the big hair baby
confide
Still bumpin' getting high, constantly red eyed
1228 full of bitches inside, 1605 where the homies reside
We fly first class with no ice on the wrist
Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips
Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket full of weed
I got what you want tell me what you need
And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and break em down
Got connections BC, Cali and Chi-Town
With the up north down south or the inbetween
Red, purple, orange, or the lizard green
I got the joint but you ain't gonna
smoke it
Come around ?? it disappeared like hocus pocus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hocus pocus
Yo who's that peepin' in my window
Hope it's not a po-po cuz then they gonna see my crops
I got the joint but you ain't gonna
smoke it
Come around ?? it disappeared like hocus pocus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hocus pocus
Back wall hydroponic system
Stealthy position with couple thousand watts
I got the joint but you ain't gonna
smoke it
Come around ?? it disappeared like hocus pocus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hocus pocus
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