We Got Tha Fat Joint Lyrics - Tha Triflin' Album - King Tee

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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 

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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 

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Pass it around 

Pass it around 

Pass it aroundImprovisation 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 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 aroundNow 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