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čistý brko, to je snake joint
Viděl jsem tě jít na fízly, to je snake point (snitch)
Máš hadí pohyby, snake moves (fuck off)
A já mam boty z hada,

a joint

Turn snake to a flute

What you chase crumbs for

How thin do it spread

‘Cause it can’t all be for the want of some bread

How your mouth gone

snake joint (Woo)
Viděl jsem tě jít na fízly, to je snake point (Snitch)
Máš hadí pohyby snake moves (Fuck off)
A já mam boty z hada snake shoes (Hahaha)

in the grass
Taking your cash, sharks in the water, snakes in the grass
(Yessir! you know who it is your boy jadakiss)
(And that joint right there was

streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the Marriott
I send 'em to the private parties
Then scoop 'em up
From the snake joint and big bodies

fucking thing
cause I'm smoking on the mic
like it was a joint man
up in the joint man
not a fucking snake but you know I spit poison
teach 'em not to fuck

Snake
J'rêve d'm'envoler loin loin loin loin loin
Parle pas d'ton malheur c'batard r'viendra deux fois
Nan parle pas d'ton malheur si tu veux pas

when she turn to performer
Getting busy on the floor when she know the joint
Move her body like a snake, this a thoia thoing
Yelling "period" but she all

Anywhere he light a joint
Play my position avoid the snakes and the prisons
I'm not a slave to the system although i may have the symptoms
They putting

bigger 
You keep the fame
I dont want the liquor
When around fake
When around snake
I Roll me joint
Get high  fly away
Came from the soil
Came from

Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint

But no excuses, losers never rock this
Snakes try to stop

Fake life
Fake rappers
Fake love
They said it all
I don't trust a soul
Said it once
I say it once more
All snakes biting for gold
Fake rappers think

Bricks through knives, thug's a played out user
Countin' up your joints just like another loser
All you snakes, what's up?
You think we're playin'?

Live, live, live mega live
(yeah, that's the joint) live, live, live
Mega-mega live (yeah, that's the joint)
Live, live, live mega live
(yeah, that's

it)
Is to rock this funky joint
Teach them teacher 

But no excuses, losers never rock this
Snakes try to stop this
Purify the holy hip-hopness

no limit on the dash

Look up in the ceiling and the see the stars in the roof
Baby I'm a joint, don't you know I'm the truth
Shit ain't been the same

Smokin' loud pack
Grab a sack
Grab a sack
Grab a sack
Grab a sack
Grab a sack

Cone up them joints
Grab a pack
Grab a pack
Grab a pack
Grab a pack

Just coolin', you know?
It's a jungle out here
Hyenas, lions, gorillas, snakes
I'm just movin'

Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions

Snake Boots

Conway Twitty

Borderline

1987

Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
To make the payment on my car
Just a weekend stand with a local band
They had me playin' rhythm guitar.

Funny Fake Snakes

Chris Lowe

Black Life

2004

though, knahmsayin, come up with that real shit
[Lowe] Know them funny fakes and snakes got to go - what's the deal?
Come up with the real joints

You know what the fuck going on
I don't really do this love Shìt
But fuck it
Bad lil joint from the south and she want me to save her
I don't know

like a deadman
Kid surpass, fight knight like I'm Rick James 
It's that fuckin lowkey on the joint foh 
Me and jay, stuntman
Where 'em snakes at?

Dixieland Band

Benny Goodman & His Orchestra

1935

1996

in the week
Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
Smoke it to the face
Oh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
Big P

Aye
But mans not stressing
Hit Gordon’s maybe a Strettons
Smoke joints till my lips turn black
Got squad and they got my back
Still mans not