I Got 5 On It

Creep on in, on in, on in
 See I'm riding high
 Kinda broke this evening y'all
 So all I got's five, I got five
 Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
 But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
 I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
 I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
 Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
 Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
 So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
 I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
 It's on, wrap my lips around the forty
 And when it comes to getting another stogie
 Fools all kick in like Shinobi
 No, he ain't my homie to begin with
 It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit it, bit
 Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
 Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
 And if you let 'em hit it for free
 You hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
 I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
 Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
 That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
 Give me two bucks, you take a puff
 And pass my bomb back
 Suck up that dank like a Slurpee
 The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
 I got more growing pains than Maggie
 'Cause homies nag me
 To take the dank out of the baggie
 I got five on it (got it, good)
 Grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it
 Messing with that Indo weed
 I got five on it (got it, good)
 It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
 I got five on it
 Partner, let's go half on a sack
 I take sacks to the face whenever I can
 Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
 'Til the joint be burning my hand
 Next time I roll it in a hampa
 To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
 Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
 Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
 Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief
 What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
 Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
 Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
 'Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
 I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O
 I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
 And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
 But the Tanqueray straight had me
 I got five on it
 Grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it
 Messing with that Indo weed
 I got five on it
 It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
 I got five on it
 Partner, let's go half on a sack
 Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
 My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
 You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
 Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
 I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
 Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
 Foggy windows, soggy Indo
 I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
 Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
 Up in the O-A-K, the Town
 Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
 Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
 Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
 And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
 That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
 Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
 Kick in feed, 'cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
 I got five on it
 Grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it
 Messing with that Indo weed
 I got five on it
 It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
 I got five on it
 Partner, let's go half on a sack