I Got 5 on It

Intro: Michael Marshall

People in Oakland, Oakland.

Whoa, see I'm ridin' high, whoa

Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so 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, 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 poppin' 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 havin' 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

S-uck 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

Chorus: Michael Marshall

I got five on it (got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo w-eed

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

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, 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-eed 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-eed, bro

And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty

But the Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo w-eed

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

Verse 3/Numskull: 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

Verse 4/Yukmouth: I 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, s-uck up my w-eed is all you do, kick in feed

'Cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu

Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo w-eed

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