Sung

Spoken

Creep on in

on in

Woh

see I'm ridin' high

woh woh woh

Kinda broke

you see me

so all I got is five

I got five

Playa give me some brew

an' I might just chill

but I'm the type that likes

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 enuff 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

gettin' 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 fat crispy

five dollar bill

on the real before

it's history

'Cos fools be havin'

them vacuum lungs an'

if you let 'em hit it for

free you have a

dum-da-dum-dum

I come to school with the

Taylor on my earlobe

avoidin' all the

thick teasers

skeezers and weirdos

That be blowin' off

the land like

Where tha bomb at?

Give me two bucks

you take a puff

and pass my bomb back

Suckup the dank

like a slurpy

the serious bomb will

make a n*gga go delirous

like Eddie Murphy

I got more growin'

pains than Maggie

'Cos homies nag me

to take the dank out

of the baggie

I got five on it

Grab your four-o

let's get keyed

I got five on it

messin' wit that

Indo weed

I got five on it

It's got me stuck

and not go 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 cruch

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, bra

Hoochies can hit

but they know they

got to pitch in then

I roll a joint that's longer

than your extension

'Cos I'll be damned if you

get high off me for free

Hell naw, you betta bring

your own spliff, chief

Wassup? Don't make

me sip that

Better pass the joint

stop hittin' 'cos you

know ya got asthma

Crack a 40 open, homie

an guzzel it 'cos I know

the weed in my system

is gettin' lonely

I gotta take a whiz test

to my P-O

I know I failed 'cos

I just smoked

major weed 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 four-o

let's get keyed

I got five on it

messin' wit that

Indo weed

I got five on it

It's got me stuck

and not go back

I got five on it

partner let's 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 fade

so let's head to da east

hit the stroll to nine-o

so we can roll big

hot sheets

I wish I could fade

the eighth but I've

no budget

still rollin' a two door

Cutlass same ol' bucket

Foggy windows

smokin' Indo

I'm in tha land gettin'

smoked wit my kinfolk

Been smoked

Yuk'll spray ya

lay ya down

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 VSOP 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 sitcky dosia

Hold up, suck up my weed

is all you do kick in feed

'cos where I be's we need

tab like a foo-foo

I got five on it

Grab your four-o

let's get keyed

I got five on it

messin' wit that

Indo weed

I got five on it

It's got me stuck

and not go back

I got five on it

partner let's go

half on a sack