5 on It

歌詞

Creep on in (on in) Woo See I'm ridin' high... Whoooo! Kinda broke You see me, so all I got is five I got five! 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 Beating my chest like King Kong It's on Wrap my lips around a 40 And when it comes to gettin' another stogie Fools all kick in like Shinobi No, he ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it Unless you pull out the fat, crispy 5 dollar bill on the real befo' it's history Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs An' if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb I come to school wit the Taylor on my earlobe Avoidin' all the dickteasers, skeezers, and weirdos That be blowin' off the land like where the bomb at Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a Slurpee The serious bomb will make a niggy 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 Grab your 40, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' with that Indo weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it Partner lets go half on a sack I take sacks to the face whenever I can Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up 'till 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, bruh Hoochies can hit but they know they gotta 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 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 weed 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 weed 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 weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it Partner lets go half on a sack Hey, make this right mayne, stop at the light mayne 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 Indoe I'm in the 'land gettin' smoked wit my kinfolk Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya 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 da roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half like um-foo-foo I got five on it Grab your 40, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' with that Indo weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it Partner lets go half on a sack