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Текст песни Kottonmouth Kings - The Joint

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Yo, you gots the joint?Nah, I got the jointYo, who`s got the joint?We all got the jointWe all on point, we all on pointYo, you gots the Joint?Nah, I got the jointWhere and when, it probably fell out your earI`ma look behind the couch, finding all kinds of shitHair pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paperBroken pagers, and a half pack of gritsCuz I slipped on my floor walking up the stairsCould still be camouflaged, hidin` in my hairBehind my ear nestled in the back, but it ain`tI know because I checked, I`m still searchin` for the dankYou probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettesLook in the trash can, your as high as you getSometimes you forget, smokin` one to many hitsAbout to look in my caddy, down the walkway bricksI jumped out the screen door, mac light in handSearchin` down the sidewalk, leadin` to my vanI hit the alarm and the door just slidesI check from front to back and side to sideThen I let the Alpine playGot the 6 disc changer, read-out display,Called my boy Dave, who gets paid to skateBling, hello, I think it fell by your gateWell it`s not in my van, so I checked my jeepLimited edition 4x4 with leather seatsLooked in the ashtray and only found a roachI was so fuckin` high I forgot that we had smokedYo, you gots the joint?Nah, I got the jointYo, who`s got the joint?We all got the jointWe all on point, we all on pointYo, you gots the Joint?Nah, I got the jointI got the joint, but you ain`t gonna smoke itCome around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokusKing klick tokas, royalty smokersCome around it disappears like hokus pokusI`m gettin` amped up, in different states of mindI hit a depth for a track as I prepare my rhyme,Sometimes I`m real high, besides I don`t lieLook at all these phony people tryin to make supplyYeah, you sly in your flashy suitsYou sellouts get the fuck outta here, bail outI sag my jeans, rock hemp and (??)I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck about the billboardYou live at large with your three car garageYour Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini couturesI smoke hard, blow large, keep you guessinUp in the treehouse, like a bird, nestinLoungin, you`ll be amazed how I`m steppinIt`s a blessin, lookin` over my groundEyes like a owl head, rotates around360 degrees in a circleYo, you gots the joint?Nah, I got the jointYo, who`s got the joint?We all got the jointWe all on point, we all on pointYo, you gots the Joint?Nah, I got the jointYo I got the joint and it`s rolled with precisionPrecisely sliced in the ends, surgical incisionsIt`s like religion, my blunt rollin` routineIt`s a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)Motherfuckin` Johnny RichterIf you lay on the work then call me Johnny the evictorTo play with my money is to play with my emotionsLike tokens in Vegas, your ass is cashI got incredible dank, as it lingers out the chamberMind blowin smoke, unbelievable tasteJack frost have you lost, seeing stars in spaceLaced up to the moon, Pluto, then NeptuneThe earth is greenest, smokin` bong loads in VenusThe rings of Saturn gettin` lost in spaceHomebase it the place we blaze the most weedI gots the joint is the bomb ass (??)Yo, you gots the joint?Nah, I got the jointYo, who`s got the joint?We all got the jointWe all on point, we all on pointYo, you gots the Joint?Nah, I got the jointJust a player with the big hair, baby (??) fiveStill bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed12-28, full of bitches inside1605, where the homies resideWe fly, first class, with the (??) Rockin` vertebrae (??) wallet chains on their hipsSaggin` jeans, DCs, pocket full of weedI got what you want, tell me what you needAnd I`ll proceed to bust out the pounds and break em downGot connection to PC, Cali, and Chi-TownWhether up north, down south, or the inbetweenRed, purple, orange, or the lizard greenI got the joint but you ain`t gonna smoke itCome around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokusKing klick tokas, royalty smokersCome around, it disappears like hokus pokusYo, who`s that peepin` in my window?Hope it`s not a po-po Cuz then they gonna see my cropsI got the joint but you ain`t gonna smoke itCome around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokusKing klick tokas, royalty smokersCome around, it disappears like hokus pokusBack wall hydroponic system, stealthy positionWith couple thousand wattsI got the joint but you ain`t gonna smoke itCome around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokusKing klick tokas, royalty smokersCome around, it disappears like hokus pokus

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