I Got 5 On It

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