Yo, you gots the joint?    Nah, I got the joint    Yo, who's got the joint?    We all got the joint    We all on point, we all on point    Yo, you gots the Joint?    Nah, I got the joint       Where and 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 trash can, your 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 6 disc changer, read-out display,    Called my boy Dave, who gets paid to skate    Bling, 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?    Nah, I got the joint    Yo, who's got the joint?    We all got the joint    We all on point, we all on point    Yo, you gots the Joint?    Nah, I got the joint       I got the joint, but you ain't gonna smoke it    Come around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus    King klick tokas, royalty smokers    Come around it disappears like hokus pokus    I'm gettin' amped up, in different states of mind    I hit a depth for a 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    You 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?    Nah, I got the joint    Yo, who's got the joint?    We all got the joint    We all on point, we all on point    Yo, you gots the Joint?    Nah, I got the joint       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 you lay on the work 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 in 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?    Nah, I got the joint    Yo, who's got the joint?    We all got the joint    We all on point, we all on point    Yo, you gots the Joint?    Nah, I got the joint       Just a player with the big hair, baby (??) five    Still bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed    12-28, full of bitches inside    1605, where the homies reside    We fly, first class, with the (??)    Rockin' vertebrae (??) wallet chains on their hips    Saggin' jeans, DCs, 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 connection to PC, Cali, and Chi-Town    Whether 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, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus    King klick tokas, royalty smokers    Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus       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, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus    King klick tokas, royalty smokers    Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus       Back wall hydroponic system, stealthy position    With couple thousand watts    I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it    Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus    King klick tokas, royalty smokers    Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus