I Got 5 On It

Player give me some brew and I might just chill
But Im 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 aint enough on it
Go get the S-t I-d-e-s
Nevertheless Im hella fresh rollin joints like a cigarette
So pass it across the table like ping pong
Im gone beatin my chest like King Kong
Its on wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No he aint my homie to begin with
Its too many hands to be poppin up let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Five-dollar bill on the real before its history
Cause fools be havin them vacuum lungs
And if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding 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 bong back
Suck up the 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 grab your 40 lets get keyed
I got five on it messin with that Indo w**d
I got five on it its got me stuck can not go back
I got five on it partner lets go half on a sack
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Dont need no crutch Im so keyed up
Til the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow so the ashes wont be burning up my hand bruh
Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint thats longer than your extension hahaha
Cause Ill be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no you better bring your own spliff chief
Whats up dont 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 w**d 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 w**d 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 lets get keyed
I got five on it messin with that Indo w**d
I got five on it its got me stuck can not go back
I got five on it partner lets go half on a sack

Hey make this right mane stop at the light mane
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade I face so lets head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth but Im low budget
Still rollin a two-door Cutlass same old bucket
Foggy windows soggy Indo
Im in the land getting smoked with my kinfolk
Been smoked Yukll spray ya lay you down
Up in the O-A-K the Town
Homies dont 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 everybodys rolled up Im the roller
Thats quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Hold up suck up my w**d is all you do
Kick in feed cause where I be we need half like Umfufu
I got five on it grab your 40 lets get keyed
I got five on it messin with that Indo w**d
I got five on it its got me stuck can not go back
I got five on it partner lets go half on a sack