I Got 5 On It

People in Oakland Oakland

Woo see I'm ridin higher and higher woo-oo

Kinda broke so you know all I gots five I got five

Player give me some brew an I might just chill

But I'm the type that like to light another joint

Like Cypress hill

I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it

I got some bucks on it but it ain't enuff on it

Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s

Never the less I'm hella Fresh

Rollin joints like a cigarrette

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 a fourty

And when it comes to get another stogie

Fools all kick in like ****nobi

No me ain't my homie to begin with

It's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it

Unless you pull out the phat crispy

Five dollar bill on the real before its history

Cause fools be havin the vaccum lungs

An if you let em hit it for free

You hellar dum-dum-dum-dum

I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe

Avoidin all the thick teasers skeezers and weirdos

I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at

Give me two bucks

You take a puff and pass my bomb back

Suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb

Will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy

I got more growin pains than Maggie

Cause homies nag me

To take the dank out of the baggie

I got five on it

Grab your fourty let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin wit that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Potna lets go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face

Whenever I can

Don't need no cruch

I'm so keyed up

Till the joint be burnin my hand

Next time I roll it in a hampa

To burn slo

So the ashes won't be burnin up my hand bra

Hoochies can hit

But they know they got to pitch in

Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension

Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free

Hell no you betta bring your own spliff chief

Wassup don't make me sip that

Better pass the joint

Stop hittin cause you know you got Asthma

Crack a fourty open homie an guzzel it

Cause I know the **** in my system is gettin lonley

I gotta take a whiz test to my p to o

I know how I failed cause I done smoked major **** bro

An everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie

But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it

Grab your fourty let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin wit that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Potna lets go half on a sack

Hey make this right man

Stop at the light man

My yester night thang got me hung off the night train

You fade I face

So let's head to da east

Hit the stroll to nine to zero so we can roll big hot sheets

I wish I could fade the ache

But I'm no budget

Still rollin a two door cutglass same 'ole bucket

Foggy windows soggy Indo

I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

Been smoked

Yuk'll the sprayer lay it down(yuk stands for yukmouth)

Up in the oak the town

Homies don't play around

We down to blaze a pound

Then eaz up

Speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.

P up with the lemon squeeze up

And everybody's rolled up I'm da rolla

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

Hold up suck up my **** as all you do

Kick in feed cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

I got five on it

Grab your fourty let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin wit that Indo ****

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Potna lets go half on a sack