Lyrics:
of self defense we built bombs to prove a point
And we'd drop them on our neighbors when their nose got out of joint
To sell the same hamburger rain
puff, give-type procedures
And this joint bumping out your speakers (I love)
I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record
Flip the beat
Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one
You remember back in the old school days?
You used to have joints like this
And you'd be up in
your face
Meet me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ can you play this joint once more
overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Take it back to the ? leanin' gettin' rec room punch
We in them authentic alley switchin' joints
Major general
salaire
Pour y rouler mon pauvre joint
Quand dans son sexe cyclopéen
J'enfonçais mon pieu tel l'Ulysse d'Homère
Je l'avais raide plutôt amère
C'est
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue
Uh, yeah
Another one of those
(This is for my nigga Q)
Down to earth joints
(Rest in peace, baby
You know how we roll)
There's so many that
chest (It's the joint)
Well n****, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that n**** down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
I'm
Superman's mate
Well, four o'clock in the morning, when I staggered in the block
The little moonshine joint and the rest just begin to rock
I sneaked inside
Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
Actin all bougie and making big movies
But I'll be in the cut, call me incognito
Busy makin' joints
gods play
By Dun Ringill
We'll wait in stone circles
'Till the force comes through
Lines joint in faint discord
And the storm watch brews
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight
And light your joints
Inhale...slowly exhale
And that's how you get
Porter
Master of how to stomp
Outside the moon is beamin'
Inside the joint is steamin'
Them folks can really, really party
All night long
Porter's
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
to understand
Why I flip
They're not hip
Like I'm hip
I'm hip
I'm alive
I enjoy any joint
Where there's jive
I'm on top of every trend
Look at me go
of gin.
Pretty young got me
In the shape I'm in.
[Chorus]
I pass by the juke joint,
Look through the door.
She's doing the boogie-woogie
In
verse 1:
Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow
I'm funky with this shit 'cause my style is
I got it right
Packed up everything and just took off one night
I made it from the beer joints to the Opry stage
He said the only difference is
please forgive me
Then squeeze until your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova
holler, yes indeed
It comes out if it's in you, yes indeed
It makes you shout, Jack, it sends you, yes indeed
When that joint starts jumpin', you will
the pussy on the left hand side
Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
[Chorus: x2]
Pussies like a joint me hit the shit
husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity
She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"
"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"
No,
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