Joints 2000 Lyrics
| Song | Joints 2000 |
| Artist | Masterminds |
| Album | The Underground Railroad |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Holder, Rogers | |
| You're a synchronized dub of that jiggy shit in clubs | |
| You even got a sub-stitute you pay to hit the pubs | |
| Both a you sport Maytag watches that you bought on Jamaica Ave. | |
| Drivin' up and down in your broken jag | |
| Ya hustle, I gotta knock it, cause you ain't makin a prophet | |
| Ya dreams of being famous should've stayed in the closet | |
| Ya life is like a mock trial (order order) | |
| Like havin a phone with no-one to dial you claim that (?) is your pile | |
| I'm organizin a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart | |
| When it beats it creates musical art | |
| That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart | |
| Telepathically traveled a form of hip-hop classical | |
| That makes your mind goin sabbatical to study my rappin' | |
| And she'll say its magical then hear your shit and start laughin' | |
| Walk to your room grab your clothes and start packin' | |
| Then send you to the hip-hop temple, In Manhattan | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| You gotta cop 12 if you wanna hear joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints | |
| Check it out, Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| Roll a bag and loose I'm a clip you like joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints, Check it out | |
| Three of the best that's unsigned, at one time | |
| Getting bids like the 1-9 at rush-time, Naturally I bust mine | |
| Don't touch mine with one rhyme we drop the hammer | |
| And your crew gets to steppin like a ? actor | |
| I voice the musical truth make it arrogant like ego trip | |
| You wasn't havin it, now you on the penal tip | |
| I seem to flip razors for sure with adverbs and add herbs till my shit list to get served | |
| With bad words hanging out west with Mad Merse | |
| You can't verse, steppin to mine y'all get hearsed | |
| And done first after you've hung my first verse your worst thirst | |
| Is waitin for Minds to rewind so call your night nurse | |
| Why just lifted the skirt, it's 99 so we puttin in work | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The world was beggin for a savior so I finally came | |
| To bring these jokers up to speed on how we playin this game | |
| You know my name, Worldwide I get around like a spliff | |
| So every word got em stickin to their guns like the sheriff | |
| I'm not here to change destiny but to fulfill it | |
| And stay fly like the bullets from a gat when you pull it | |
| Red beans, Sweat teams, never missin that mark | |
| So cats wanna hear my big dogs bark and spit sparks | |
| I treaded soft when I started off, now niggaz is getting carted off | |
| Cause they wasn't show now they know | |
| That a Master can play a fool, but a fool masters nothin | |
| So they salty like stove top stuffin | |
| I fake in, natural like skin | |
| Until you front that's when I have to loosen your chin | |
| Get all up inside your chest like a gin well you sound too thin | |
| You can't win you better lip synch or start goals(?) right then | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| Check it out its like that y'all |
| zuo qu : Holder, Rogers | |
| You' re a synchronized dub of that jiggy shit in clubs | |
| You even got a substitute you pay to hit the pubs | |
| Both a you sport Maytag watches that you bought on Jamaica Ave. | |
| Drivin' up and down in your broken jag | |
| Ya hustle, I gotta knock it, cause you ain' t makin a prophet | |
| Ya dreams of being famous should' ve stayed in the closet | |
| Ya life is like a mock trial order order | |
| Like havin a phone with noone to dial you claim that ? is your pile | |
| I' m organizin a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart | |
| When it beats it creates musical art | |
| That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart | |
| Telepathically traveled a form of hiphop classical | |
| That makes your mind goin sabbatical to study my rappin' | |
| And she' ll say its magical then hear your shit and start laughin' | |
| Walk to your room grab your clothes and start packin' | |
| Then send you to the hiphop temple, In Manhattan | |
| Chorus | |
| Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| You gotta cop 12 if you wanna hear joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints | |
| Check it out, Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| Roll a bag and loose I' m a clip you like joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints, Check it out | |
| Three of the best that' s unsigned, at one time | |
| Getting bids like the 19 at rushtime, Naturally I bust mine | |
| Don' t touch mine with one rhyme we drop the hammer | |
| And your crew gets to steppin like a nbsp? actor | |
| I voice the musical truth make it arrogant like ego trip | |
| You wasn' t havin it, now you on the penal tip | |
| I seem to flip razors for sure with adverbs and add herbs till my shit list to get served | |
| With bad words hanging out west with Mad Merse | |
| You can' t verse, steppin to mine y' all get hearsed | |
| And done first after you' ve hung my first verse your worst thirst | |
| Is waitin for Minds to rewind so call your night nurse | |
| Why just lifted the skirt, it' s 99 so we puttin in work | |
| Chorus | |
| The world was beggin for a savior so I finally came | |
| To bring these jokers up to speed on how we playin this game | |
| You know my name, Worldwide I get around like a spliff | |
| So every word got em stickin to their guns like the sheriff | |
| I' m not here to change destiny but to fulfill it | |
| And stay fly like the bullets from a gat when you pull it | |
| Red beans, Sweat teams, never missin that mark | |
| So cats wanna hear my big dogs bark and spit sparks | |
| I treaded soft when I started off, now niggaz is getting carted off | |
| Cause they wasn' t show now they know | |
| That a Master can play a fool, but a fool masters nothin | |
| So they salty like stove top stuffin | |
| I fake in, natural like skin | |
| Until you front that' s when I have to loosen your chin | |
| Get all up inside your chest like a gin well you sound too thin | |
| You can' t win you better lip synch or start goals? right then | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Check it out its like that y' all |
| zuò qǔ : Holder, Rogers | |
| You' re a synchronized dub of that jiggy shit in clubs | |
| You even got a substitute you pay to hit the pubs | |
| Both a you sport Maytag watches that you bought on Jamaica Ave. | |
| Drivin' up and down in your broken jag | |
| Ya hustle, I gotta knock it, cause you ain' t makin a prophet | |
| Ya dreams of being famous should' ve stayed in the closet | |
| Ya life is like a mock trial order order | |
| Like havin a phone with noone to dial you claim that ? is your pile | |
| I' m organizin a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart | |
| When it beats it creates musical art | |
| That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart | |
| Telepathically traveled a form of hiphop classical | |
| That makes your mind goin sabbatical to study my rappin' | |
| And she' ll say its magical then hear your shit and start laughin' | |
| Walk to your room grab your clothes and start packin' | |
| Then send you to the hiphop temple, In Manhattan | |
| Chorus | |
| Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| You gotta cop 12 if you wanna hear joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints | |
| Check it out, Niggaz is mad cause they know we got joints | |
| If you got beef then we can shoot joints | |
| Roll a bag and loose I' m a clip you like joints | |
| We score points cause we got joints, Check it out | |
| Three of the best that' s unsigned, at one time | |
| Getting bids like the 19 at rushtime, Naturally I bust mine | |
| Don' t touch mine with one rhyme we drop the hammer | |
| And your crew gets to steppin like a nbsp? actor | |
| I voice the musical truth make it arrogant like ego trip | |
| You wasn' t havin it, now you on the penal tip | |
| I seem to flip razors for sure with adverbs and add herbs till my shit list to get served | |
| With bad words hanging out west with Mad Merse | |
| You can' t verse, steppin to mine y' all get hearsed | |
| And done first after you' ve hung my first verse your worst thirst | |
| Is waitin for Minds to rewind so call your night nurse | |
| Why just lifted the skirt, it' s 99 so we puttin in work | |
| Chorus | |
| The world was beggin for a savior so I finally came | |
| To bring these jokers up to speed on how we playin this game | |
| You know my name, Worldwide I get around like a spliff | |
| So every word got em stickin to their guns like the sheriff | |
| I' m not here to change destiny but to fulfill it | |
| And stay fly like the bullets from a gat when you pull it | |
| Red beans, Sweat teams, never missin that mark | |
| So cats wanna hear my big dogs bark and spit sparks | |
| I treaded soft when I started off, now niggaz is getting carted off | |
| Cause they wasn' t show now they know | |
| That a Master can play a fool, but a fool masters nothin | |
| So they salty like stove top stuffin | |
| I fake in, natural like skin | |
| Until you front that' s when I have to loosen your chin | |
| Get all up inside your chest like a gin well you sound too thin | |
| You can' t win you better lip synch or start goals? right then | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Check it out its like that y' all |
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