Lyrics:
clips and shells are what I leave behind
And if they get me with the joint, they'll hit me with a three-to-nine
Where the hood, where the hood, where
a date and I won't be late
Picked her up in my eighty-eight
Shag on down to the union hall
When the joint starts jumpin', I'll have a ball
Gonna rip
Young Luna down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive
And leave the joint
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
and ball tonight.
Got me 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
and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all all lamed out
Didn't really
bring another half a pint
Oh, hey bartender, bring another half a pint
Two or three more drinks
I'm gonna raid this joint
Yes, I'm sloppy drunk again
desperate day
Don't take death away
Cut the finger at the joint
Cut the stallion at his mount
And stuff it in his mouth
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
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
been said
But when the eagle flies on Friday and the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin' and you'll hear those hot lines hum
Ah,
on
Make it funky, make it funky
Make it funky, make it funky
Make it funky, make it funky
Cause I'm housin' this joint
Like a brother with
Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're
Where's that joint?
All right, thank you.
Why don't we sing this song all together?
Open our minds let the pictures come
And if we close all
raisers, yeah.
Huh, baby, don't you want to come with me?
Ah, play it boy.
The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin.
Lord, I thought the floor was
I wanna jump with you, baby
Babe, I mean tonight
I got money to waste
A car to drive
We'll go out and play
The joints a little while
I wanna jump
the old joints
My favorite haunts
Where we'd stay for twelve or ten
Ain't it quite funny word gets around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in
clang
The joint is jumpin' as it never did before
Clang, clang, clang, they're saying
Bounce me brother with a solid four
The boogie woogie was
Bandstand, bandstand, bandstand
Bandstand, bandstand, bandstand
Hey I'm makin' my mark, gee, this joint is jumpin'
They made such a fuss just to see us
to myself after I laid,
Smoking a last joint before I (unknown) to sleep
"What a man will go for when the hornies, ah, set in."
Well, suddenly as she laid
a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry
lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts
probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Reset
Start over again (uh, uh, that's right)
(That's right, that's
coming by to get me
We're going to take our little show into town
I'll need my rest 'cause they'll be doing there best
To find another (juke joint now?)
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