Lyrics:
swellin's, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
Teddy
I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll
All the flat top cats and all the dungaree doll
Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball
The joint
on the couplin' joints
A song for the ramblers' ears
The hobo talked to the still, white form
His pal for many a year
For a mighty long time we've rambled,
that the joint is closed
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good times roll
desire for me
I spoke with her last night
She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was
to be
Now Adrock (huh?) and M.C.A (yeah?)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way
Well, I'm on 'till the crack of dawn
Mowing down M.C.'s like
overtook me down in warren mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from jeraco hill
He said willy lee your name is not jack
just jam the joint
Singin' old Too Short's on the microphone
The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You
wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble
And to uh, Trouble T Roy
And to um, Scott La Rock
And to um, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?
putty
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels lovely
Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate
All men must make their way come Independence Day
Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
And the highway she's deserted down
a dovetail joint, yeah
Looking through a glass onion
the point
It's the joint
Mike D (yeah?) With your bad self running things
(What's up?) with your bad breath onion rings
(Well I'm Mike D and I'm back
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
a date and I won't be late,
Picked her up in my 88,
Shag on down by the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin' I'll have a ball,
I'm gonna rock it
down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, you're going to dig this
It's the joint
your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend,
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss
They said the joint was rockin'
Goin' 'round and 'round
Oh baby
With that crazy sound
And it never stopped rockin'
Til the moon went down
You
as the lace of her wedding gown
But I left her standing before love came to town
I ran into a juke joint when I heard a guitar scream
The notes were
money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint
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