King Tee - We Got Tha Fat Joint Lyrics
WrapThen pass that joint( *in the background* )Where the joint, man?Somebody got itI aint got itCheck it out yallMad kaps in the houseNefrettitis in the houseAnd she finna kick it like thisCome on nowCome on[ verse 1: nefretiti ]So just call me the spark, held by the flameOnce again my beats make white boys reclaimA stain on your brain, and yet Im stayin the sameBust another rhyme, move into the hard timeMy lifeline revolves into a circle of zeroAnd like for real I never liked no superficial heroNow this joint is fat, so spark up that fat jointAnd yes, you best believe Im born again to prove my pointTo say the least, I know you know that hip-hop wont stopI smooth will get wreck, then pass me the jointPass it aroundPass it aroundPass it around (2x)[ motif ]Improvisation is the key to this freestyleHip-hop style, while jazz in the meanwhileStride, glide, and all that good stuffRide to the rhythm of this jazz, its roughYoure crippled in the brain from a late night featureThe government is run by the beast and the creaturesHanger for the hook-up, for the jab its junkTheyre comin in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funkSome want you to say today I cant fit on one caperTake out the seeds and begin to rollin papersThen I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattieFeelin like a hood with a beanie in a caddyI love my herb, I love my money, cause Im young, mattyNever eat the pork, cause its much, much too fattySo come down, selector, and give me my propsIm runnin through a field of marihuana cropsIm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky budsFlow on the instrumental, cause this rhyme is not a dud[ coke ]Gettin crazy blunted, and youll never say I frontedOn the raps, cause I take the track and run itInto the ground, Im ghetto clown number oneRhymes are kinda fat like two tons of funSmash, boom, bam! and I never sound flamIts that nigga king tee with the mad kap bandGettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thaiSo pass the dutchie on the left-hand sideKing tee and nef, and the rhymes are on pointBut now its time for coke to pass the *****in jointPass it aroundPass it aroundPass it around (5x)[ king tee ]Now here comes the bomb...Pass it around, throw some flex inPeek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh whenI do that, but wait - who dat? its the kingMad kap, nefrettitis the queenWith the sound of africa to the streetsSomethin the man cant cheatAnd make it pop, cause were already poppinSo Im whistlin, sittin on the dock byThe bay, singin ay-hey, can you copy?Boomin like a jeep, deep with my posseWhats up, sister? yeah, its misterK-i-n-g tee, I brung a mixtureOf ruff rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rapCause you know you gotta stop thatBullshit, but when my pull hits, its on pointAnd I got the fat jointPass it aroundPass it aroundPass it around (4x)
