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