I Got 5 On It

People in Oakland, Oakland

Whoo, see I'm ridin' higher, whoo-ooh

Kinda broke, so ya 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 enough on it

Go get the S-t. I-D-E-S

Never the less, 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 a 40

And when it comes to get another stogie

Fools all kick in like Shinobi

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 vacuum lungs

An if you let em hit it for free, you hellar "Dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb"

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 nigga go delirious 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 (got it)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo' weed

I got five on it (got 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 'til the joint be burnin' my hand

Next time I roll it in a hampa

To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin' 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

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

Hell no, you betta' bring your own spliff, chief

Whats up, don't make me sip that, better pass the joint

Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got Asthma

Crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it

'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely

I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O

I know how I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro

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

But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it (got it)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo' weed

I got five on it (got it)

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it (got 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 the east

Hit the stroll to 9-0, 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 with 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 ease 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 the rolla

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

Hold up, suck up my weed as all you do

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

I got five on it (got it)

Grab your 40, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo' weed

I got five on it (got it)

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it (got it)

Potna lets go half on a sack