I Got 5 On It (feat. Michael Marshall)

Creep on in, on in, on in

Whoa

See, I'm ridin' high (Whoa-ooh)

Kinda broke this evening, y'all and so all I got is five

I got five

Playa, 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 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 poppin' to let my friend hit, 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 a Taylor on my earlobe

Avoidin' 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

Suck 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

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo weed

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

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 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 naw! You better bring your own spliff, chief

What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint

Stop hittin' 'cause you know you got asthma

Crack the 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 (Got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good)

It's got me stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Partner, let's go half on a sack

Aye, make this right, mane

Stop at the light, mane

My yesternight 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

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, suck up my weed is all you do

Clickin' feet 'cause where I be's we needs half, like Umfufu

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Grab your four, let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it (Got it, good)

It's got me stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it (Got it, good)

Partner, let's go half on a sack

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