歌词
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 rollin' joints like a cigarette
So pass it across the table like ping pong
I'm gone beatin' 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 Shinobi
No he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many hands to be poppin' up let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Five-dollar bill on the real before it's history
'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
And 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 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 grab your 40 let's get keyed
I got five on it messin' with that Indo w**d
I got five on it it's got me stuck can not go 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 a 40 open homie and guzzle it
'Cause I know the w**d in my system is gettin' lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major w**d 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 messin' with that Indo w**d
I got five on it it's got me stuck can not go back
I got five on it partner let's go half on a sack
Hey make this right mane stop at the light mane
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 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 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 w**d is all you do
Kick in feed 'cause where I be we need half like Umfufu
I got five on it grab your 40 let's get keyed
I got five on it messin' with that Indo w**d
I got five on it it's got me stuck can not go back
I got five on it partner let's go half on a sack