Lyrics:
´cause
Flat top cats and the dungaree dolls
Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball
The joint is really jumping
The cats are going wild
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,
the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody
Just make sure they that special somebody, ha
Young Money
Yeah
Yeah
You know who you are
I got you
a blunt, or either pass me a joint
I'm the modern day Rick James, yeah that's me
Anything less than the best is blasphemy
So ask for me - when you wanna get
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f**k
to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
B.I.G.: C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah,
toastin' to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga tryna pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club it's on
I wink my eye at your
recite's Based On A True Story
Chorus
Verse 3
I crumble green on a magazine
ready to roll a joint
damn in this billboard
I'm number one with a hollow point
bust 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,
Talkin' that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggas baggin' joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nothin' shook
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
Morning
Some of y'all may think
That this next track
A little risky for a Luther joint
But all you gotta do is listen to get it
Get it right
Contessa, in your juke joint rags you always bring candy for the kids
Come waltz with me tonight se¡èorita
'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this
Smith
Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters (Pope Tone?) Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out,
I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy'll put a little bass in your voice
make you?
Some Casablanca Gin joint
You're a nervous wreck
Your I.Q. plummets fourteen points
Her thunder thong around your neck
The song ain't
Out in the country
Past the city limits sign
Well there's a honky tonk
Near the county line
The joint starts jumpin' every night
When the sun
News
He got me joint custody and legal separation.
I'm so happy that I can't stop crying,
I'm laughing through my tears, I'm laughing through my tears.
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.
that stress
Cuz we getting funky on album 9
I smoked a few joints bitch now I'm fine
Studio's in a cloud
Smelling kind of loud
Nuthin like pimpin
drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
We rode the AC transit bus
Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust
On the way to a house party
a joint
Stop fuckin', still smokin'
Lay my dick on her lips, say "Open!"
Ain't nothin' like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love
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