With my joint I smoke just enough
with my hands in the dough
the mix is well-stuffed, I'm rolling it up
like I’m Mina, I see 1000 blue bubbles...
Hey chico, if you’re like me, looking good over there, we’re partners in THC
feel how it sounds when it rises...
I smoke my joint, 0 trip trip trip
it messes with a kid's head with the beep beep beep
I stay attached to a Knorr cube
rolling paper, filter, straw, smoke is the same...
Nice joint weighs on the addition
my mix is rich, an exaggerated dose that breaks you apart
got it? When I take hashish
I hear ultrasonic sounds and see in X-ray
I’m going to the moon like Tin Tin
the Delta 9 spaceship takes off
it’s Deda for the jam
My pipe is full of grace
and I bring marijuana to the Vatican as a gift for the pope
Holy Father, bless the T with HC
we're accomplices, like it's she who... inspires me when she spins inside me
and sends out that there’s not enough
in my head it plays and even if it’s off-key, it finds harmony
who lights up? Ready set go and just like magic
again blue blue when I roll it up
I follow the smoke signals on the track with my crew...
I smoke the joint, no worries chico, you know well
because you already know Deda is the guy for legalization
and if for those gentlemen I’m still outside
I take care of my business and maybe we’re even
get the idea? We create, point and that’s it
there’s a connection with hands in the dough
I smoke non-stop, don’t put me on trial,
if in my head I’ve got the rhyme and in my hand I've got the joint...
Chorus:
Sangue Misto always in the same movie, same situation
Always with the mix in a boy's hand
With the Bum Cha
I create my J. O. I. N. T.
And who's here? The N. E. the double F. A.
a lone dog in my city
I talk about the joint because it’s the only one I enjoy
I buy my stick, I never buy the bag
it comes from the union of the earth and the sun
I smoke it in a rolling paper because I know she wants it too
with my boys from morning till night
the shiny joint rhymes like wax
you see I know my joints and I make them well
I press with my finger like Bob Marley
let us jam peacefully without too much drama
Neffa Deda Dj Gruff in Dopa we jammin’
I wake up, prepare the mix in a salad bowl
spend the whole day
I roll a joint and I’m cruising
out, we jam until evening
and still rolled in a paper or inside a chillum,
maybe a blunt of skunk funk flavor in my head bam!
The high splashes colors within this gray sends
a little trumpet that calms you leaving a pleasant fragrance
and when you put in too much it’s not wasted if it’s good
I don’t mess with bad stuff
understand me well like... get me on the fly
the packed smoke is like the stuff, truly trips you out
the daily twist for a boy gets tough
in the square where the tobacconist deals
plastic crap I don’t want half of it
I need to taste the plant
I don’t smoke shoes
this is no joke, it doesn’t amuse me
I always check the stash, I don’t trust, especially when I cut
I don’t think positive, I think about the chillum...
A good nice chunky joint
when I abuse, 0 care for the use
I didn’t even have to suck the instructions
I just trained my lungs
chilling with good friends (in this case my boys).
Chorus:
Sangue Misto always in the same movie, same situation
Always with the mix in a boy's hand
With the Bum Cha
I create my J. O. I. N. T.
