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 flaYou're never satisfied with what
I want to be You're never
Satisfied with how you control me
You're never satisfied with anything
You see And you'll never let it be
Forever taking what
Was never given out
You never thought of those
That had to do without
You were the chosen one you
Had to take that route
And you make the martyrs shout
And I don't know what you mean
When you say that I'm unclean
And I don't know why you hate
Everything that made you great
Forever looking down on what
You used to be
Forever holding us
From ever being free
You have killed the
God in me And I don't
Know what you mean
When you say that I'm unclean
And I don't know why you hate
Everything that made you great
You're never satisfied with
What you are today
You're never satisfied with
What you had to pay
You're never satisfied with anything
I say But I'll never go away
And I don't know what you mean
When you say that I'm unclean
And I don't know why you hate
Everything that made you great
And we don't know what you mean
When you say that we're unclean
And we don't know why you hate
Everything that made you great