ฟังเพลงWe Got Tha Fat Joint (Explicit)

Check it out y'all mad kap's in the house

Nefrettiti's in the house

And she finna kick it like this

Come on now

Come on

So just call me the spark held by the flame

Once again my beats make white boys reclaim

A stain on your brain and yet I'm stayin the same

Bust another rhyme move into the hard time

My lifeline revolves into a circle of zero

And like for real I never liked no superficial hero

Now this joint is fat so spark up that fat joint

And yes you best believe I'm born again to prove my point

To say the least I know you know that hip-hop won't stop

I smooth will get wreck then pass me the joint

Pass it around

Pass it around

Pass it around

Pass it around

Pass it around

Improvisation is the key to this freestyle

Hip-hop style while jazz in the meanwhile

Stride glide and all that good stuff

Ride to the rhythm of this jazz it's rough

You're crippled in the brain from a late night feature

The government is run by the beast and the creatures

Hanger for the hook-up for the jab it's junk

They're comin in your speaker with the funk fu fu funk

Some want you to say today I can't fit on one caper

Take out the seeds and begin to rollin papers

Then I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie

Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a caddy

I love my herb I love my money cause I'm young matty

Never eat the pork cause it's much much too fatty

So come down selector and give me my props

I'm runnin through a field of marihuana crops

I'm thinkin all the green fat crazy stinky buds

Flow on the instrumental cause this rhyme is not a dud

Gettin crazy blunted and you'll never say I fronted

On the raps cause I take the track and run it

Into the ground I'm ghetto clown number one

Rhymes are kinda fat like two tons of fun

Smash boom bam and I never sound flam

It's that ni**a king tee with the mad kap band

Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thai

So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side

King tee and nef and the rhymes are on point

But now it's time for coke to pass the f**kin joint

Pass it around

Pass it around

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Now here comes the bomb...

Pass it around throw some flex in

Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh when

I do that but wait - who dat it's the king

Mad kap nefrettiti's the queen

With the sound of africa to the streets

Somethin the man can't cheat

And make it pop cause we're already poppin

So I'm whistlin sittin on the dock by

The bay singin 'ay-hey' can you copy

Boomin like a jeep deep with my posse

What's up sister yeah it's mister

K-i-n-g tee I brung a mixture

Of ruff rhymes I drove by to shoot the pop rap

Cause you know you gotta stop that

Bullshit but when my pull hits it's on point

And I got the fat joint

Pass it around

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