I Got 5 On It

People in Oakland Oakland
Woo see Im ridin higher and higher woo-oo
Kinda broke so you know all I gots five I got five
Player give me some brew an I might just chill
But Im the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress hill
Im steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it but it aint enuff on it
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Never the less Im hella Fresh
Rollin joints like a cigarrette
So pass it cross the table like Ping Pong
Im gone beatin my chest like King Kong
Its on wrap my lips around a fourty
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like ****nobi
No me aint my homie to begin with
Its 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 vaccum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free
You hellar dum-dum-dum-dum
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 nigge go delirous 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 fourty lets get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo ****
I got five on it
Its 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
Dont need no cruch
Im so keyed up
Till the joint be burnin my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slo
So the ashes wont be burnin up my hand bra
Hoochies can hit
But they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint thats longer than your extension
Cause Ill be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no you betta bring your own spliff chief
Wassup dont make me sip that
Better pass the joint
Stop hittin cause you know you got Asthma
Crack a fourty open homie an guzzel it
Cause I know the **** in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my p to o
I know how I failed cause I done smoked major **** 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 fourty lets get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo ****
I got five on it
Its got me stuck and not go back
I got five on 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 lets head to da east
Hit the stroll to nine to zero so we can roll big hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
But Im no budget
Still rollin a two door cutglass same ole bucket
Foggy windows soggy Indo
Im in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
Been smoked
Yukll the sprayer lay it down(yukstands for yukmouth)
Up in the oak the town
Homies dont play around
We down to blaze a pound
Then eaz up
Speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
And everybodys rolled up Im da rolla
Thats quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
Hold up suck up my **** as all you do
Kick in feed cause where I bes we need tab like a foo-foo
I got five on it
Grab your fourty lets get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo *** *
I got five on it
Its got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Potna lets go half on a sack