I Got 5 on It

People in Oakland, Oakland

See I'm riding higher and higher (woah-ohh)

Kinda broke so ya know all I got's five, I got five

Verse 1: Yukmouth

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-t. I-d-e-s

Nevertheless I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette

So pass it across the table like ping pong, I'm gone

Beating my chest like King Kong

It's on. Wrap my lips around a 40

And when it comes to getting another stogie

Fools all kick in, like ****nobi

No, he ain't my homie to begin with

It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it

Unless you pull out the fat-crispy

5 dollar bill, on the real, before it's history

Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs

An if you let em hit it for free; you hella dum-da-dum-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 bong back

Suck up the dank like a Slurpee

The serious

Bomb will make a niggy go deliriou

Like Eddie Murphy

I got more 'Growing Pains' than Maggie

Cause homies nag me

To take

The dank

Out of the baggie

Hook

I got five on it

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Partner lets go half on a sack

Verse 2: Numskull

I take sacks to the face whenever I can

Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up 'till 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, bro

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 a 40 open homie

And guzzle it, cause I know the **** 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 **** bro

And every time we with Chris that fool rolling up a fatty

But the Tanqueray straight had me

Hook

I got five on it

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Partner lets go half on a sack

Verse 3: Numskull

Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man

My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train

You fade, I face, so let's head to the east

Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big ha****sh

I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget

Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket

Foggy windows, soggy Indoe

I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

Verse 4: Yukmouth

Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya 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 with a lemon squeeze up

And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller

That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja

Hold up, suck up my **** is all you do

Kick in fees, cuz where I be, we need half like Umfufu.

Hook

I got five on it

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messing with that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it 5

Partner lets go half on a sack