Wrap
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)
