I Got 5 On It

[00:03.81] Creep on in, on in, on in
[00:09.84] See I'm riding high
[00:15.52] Kinda broke this evening y'all
[00:18.27] So all I got's five, I got five
[00:21.81] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
[00:24.25] But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
[00:27.78] I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
[00:30.43] I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
[00:33.19] Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
[00:35.35] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
[00:38.66] So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
[00:41.11] I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
[00:43.88] It's on, wrap my lips around the forty
[00:45.97] And when it comes to getting another stogie
[00:48.09] Fools all kick in like Shinobi
[00:50.31] No, he ain't my homie to begin with
[00:52.30] It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit it, bit
[00:55.52] Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
[00:57.79] Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
[01:01.06] 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
[01:03.12] And if you let 'em hit it for free
[01:04.63] You hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
[01:06.35] I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
[01:08.80] Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
[01:12.01] That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
[01:14.35] Give me two bucks, you take a puff
[01:16.10] And pass my bomb back
[01:17.44] Suck up that dank like a Slurpee
[01:19.12] The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
[01:22.67] I got more growing pains than Maggie
[01:24.91] 'Cause homies nag me
[01:26.33] To take the dank out of the baggie
[01:27.82] I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:30.43] Grab your 40, let's get keyed
[01:32.81] I got five on it
[01:35.44] Messing with that Indo weed
[01:38.48] I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:41.20] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[01:43.98] I got five on it
[01:46.68] Partner, let's go half on a sack
[01:49.65] I take sacks to the face whenever I can
[01:51.74] Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
[01:54.19] 'Til the joint be burning my hand
[01:56.04] Next time I roll it in a hampa
[01:57.71] To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
[02:01.29] Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
[02:03.95] Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
[02:06.92] 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
[02:09.42] Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief
[02:12.45] What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
[02:15.49] Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
[02:18.04] Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
[02:20.58] 'Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
[02:23.34] I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O
[02:26.04] I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
[02:28.79] And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
[02:32.19] But the Tanqueray straight had me
[02:34.26] I got five on it
[02:36.44] Grab your 40, let's get keyed
[02:39.12] I got five on it
[02:41.83] Messing with that Indo weed
[02:44.76] I got five on it
[02:47.45] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[02:50.15] I got five on it
[02:52.90] Partner, let's go half on a sack
[02:56.26] Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
[02:59.20] My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
[03:02.19] You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
[03:04.56] Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
[03:07.48] I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
[03:10.97] Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
[03:13.32] Foggy windows, soggy Indo
[03:15.42] I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[03:18.17] Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
[03:20.56] Up in the O-A-K, the Town
[03:22.14] Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
[03:24.26] Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
[03:26.71] Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
[03:29.96] And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
[03:32.28] That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
[03:35.16] Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
[03:37.55] Kick in feed, 'cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
[03:40.33] I got five on it
[03:42.64] Grab your 40, let's get keyed
[03:45.30] I got five on it
[03:48.18] Messing with that Indo weed
[03:50.74] I got five on it
[03:53.69] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[03:56.33] I got five on it
[03:59.18] Partner, let's go half on a sack
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