King Tee - We Got Tha Fat Joint lyrics

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Then pass that joint

( *in the background* )

Where the joint, man?

Somebody got it

I ain't got it

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

[ VERSE 1: Nefretiti ]

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 (2x)

[ Motif ]

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

[ Coke ]

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 nigga 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 fuckin joint

Pass it around

Pass it around

Pass it around (5x)

[ King Tee ]

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

Pass it around

Pass it around (4x)