Chorus
Creep on in, on in (echos)
Woo.
See i'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
Whoooo!
Kinda broke you see me, so all i got is five
I got five!
Verse 1 *(knumskull & yukmouth)*
(knumskull)
I got five on it
I got five what you got n***a?
(yukmouth)
Damn i think i got two bucks in my sock n***a.
(knumskull)
Well that's that
f** it
I think i got three bucks in my backpack
Enough to get a phat sack.
(yukmouth)
Hell yeah!
(knumskull)
You got some zags?
(yukmouth)
Not at all man.
(knumskull)
Let's get some from the store.
(yukmouth)
Fa sho, because a n***a need a tall ken.
(knumskull)
Damn
Open the door blood.
(yukmouth)
n***a where my keys at?
(knumskull)
I don't know?
(yukmouth)
Remember i gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
(knumskull)
Oh here they go in my sock.
(yukmouth)
Put your seatbelt on
Cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
(knumskull)
Well n***a bust a u-ey then.
(yukmouth)
n***a fire up that doobie then.
(knumskull)
Hell nah!
(yukmouth)
You major skanless potna.
(knumskull)
Well sue me then.
(yukmouth)
Oh, be like that on a roach?
(knumskull)
Nope, look at them hoes!
(yukmouth)
Man f** them tricks, n***a let's get smoke!
Pa** the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! what the f** wrong wit you?!
(knumskull)
Damn i had a flash back
This n***a frontin me some yay
But you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
(yukmouth)
n***a what if the cash jack?
(knumskull)
Oh it's cool
f** this, i'm puttin it in the cuts.
(yukmouth)
It's bad enough he got not tags on the cutla**
(knumskull)
Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
(yukmouth)
Yup
Oooh!
A fat a** hamp, n***a let's smoke this.
(knumskull)
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(yukmouth)
Why you bring that skanless a** sack?
(knumskull)
Man this sh** ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
(yukmouth)
Roll it up then n***a!
(knumskull)
Haha, yeah!
(yukmouth)
Let's go half on some liquor
Yeah go get some tango or something.
(eh, i got to see some i.d.)
(knumskull)
Aww man, sh** i ain't got nothing!
(sorry)
(knumskull)
Man i spend wit you all the time.
(sorry no i.d., no colors icy bine)
(knumskull)
Aww f** that!
(yukmouth)
They didn't let you get the drank?
(get out my store!)
(knumskull)
Man i ain't trippin.
Chorus *(mike marshall)*
I got five on it
Grab your 40
Let's get keyed
I got five on it
f**in wit that indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and i'm tore back
I got five on it
n***a lets go half on a sack.
Verse 2 *(knumskull)*
I take a sack to the face
Whenever i can
f** a cruch
I be smokin that sh**
Til the joint be burnin my hand
Next time i roll it in a hampa
To burn slo
So the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
Hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
Then
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
Cuz i'll be damned if you get high off me for free
f** that
You betta bring your own sh** cheif
Wa**up
Don't babysit that
You better pa** the
Joint! n***a stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
Crack a 40 open homie
An guzzel it
Cuz i know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my p.o.
I know i failed cuz i done smoked hella weed bro
An everytime we with chris
That n***a rollin up a fattie
But the tanqueray straight had me
Lit to the fullest extreme
There was gettin no higher
That sh** had my chest on fire
Dru down was swiggin to the face straight
But i ain't f**in wit that
I think i'll stick to the crazy 8's
Bring me a bottle and i'm cool wit that
I'm a lounge wit that
n***a bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
But i know how to smoke!
I think i'm gonna hit it til my a** choke.
*(chorus)* x2
*(during chorus)*
Whooo-weee! baby-boy!
Dayyyymn!
I'm hella high. damn.
That's that indo.
Dayyyymn!
Only oakland got that doja like that.
Only the town n***a.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pa** that sh** over here.
Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*
Playa
Give me some brew an 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 enuff on it
f** wit the s the t, i-d-e-s
Never the less
I'm hella fresh
Rollin joints like a cigarrette
So pa** 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 get another stogie
n***as all kick in like shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit sh**
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
Five dollar bill
On the real before its history
Cuz n***as be havin' them vaccum lungs
An if you let 'em hit it for free
You hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
Avoidin all the dick teasers
Skeezers and weirdos
That be f**in off the land like where tha bomb at?
Give me two bucks
You take a puff
And pa** my bomb back
s** up the dank like a slurpy
The serious
Bomb will make a n***a go delirous like eddie murphy
I got more growin pains than maggie
Cuz n***as snag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
*(chorus fades out)*