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 [bad word] 
 Hair pins, erasers, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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  [bad word] around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus 
King klick tokas, royalty smokers [bad word] 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 [bad word] outta here, bail out 
I sag my jeans, rock hemp and (??) 
I got a 85 caddy, give a [bad word] 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 [bad word] guaranteed, by me (by who?) [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] (??) 

 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 [bad word] i