[00:00.00]Intro: Michael Marshall
[00:03.61]Creep on in, on in, on in
[00:08.65]Whoa, see I'm ridin' high, whoa
[00:15.39]Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five
[00:20.59]Verse 1/Yukmouth:
[00:21.20]Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
[00:24.16]But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
[00:27.19]I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
[00:30.07]I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
[00:32.87]Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
[00:35.22]Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
[00:38.32]So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
[00:40.92]I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
[00:43.49]It's on, wrap my lips around the forty
[00:45.68]And when it comes to getting another stogie
[00:47.90]Fools all kick in like Shinobi.
[00:50.00]No, he ain't my homie to begin with
[00:51.88]It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it, bit
[00:55.21]Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
[00:57.40]Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
[01:00.66]'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
[01:02.58]And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
[01:05.88]I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
[01:08.30]Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
[01:11.40]That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
[01:14.08]Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
[01:17.00]S-uck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious
[01:19.58]Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
[01:22.46]I got more growing pains than Maggie
[01:24.72]'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
[01:27.87]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:29.73]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[01:32.48]I got five on it
[01:35.16]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[01:38.05]I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:40.70]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[01:43.52]I got five on it
[01:46.10]Partner, let's go half on a sack
[01:48.85]Verse 2/Numskull: I take sacks to the face
[01:50.44]Whenever I can, don't need no crutch
[01:52.60]I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
[01:55.34]Next time I roll it in a hampa
[01:57.55]To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
[02:01.05]Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
[02:03.62]Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
[02:06.76]'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
[02:09.10]Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
[02:12.15]What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the, joint
[02:15.37]Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
[02:17.59]Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
[02:20.33]'Cause I know the w-eed in my system is gettin' lonely
[02:23.06]I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O
[02:25.78]I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major w-eed, bro
[02:28.66]And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
[02:31.91]But the Tanqueray straight had me
[02:33.64]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
[02:35.71]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[02:38.62]I got five on it
[02:41.39]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[02:44.30]I got five on it (got it, good)
[02:46.93]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[02:49.81]I got five on it
[02:52.21]Partner, let's go half on a sack
[02:55.85]Verse 3/Numskull: Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
[02:58.81]My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
[03:01.74]You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
[03:04.02]Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
[03:07.53]I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
[03:10.45]Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
[03:12.77]Foggy windows, soggy Indo
[03:14.78]I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[03:17.69]Verse 4/Yukmouth: I been smoked
[03:18.65]Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K, the Town
[03:21.46]Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
[03:23.88]Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
[03:26.44]Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
[03:29.58]And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
[03:31.90]That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
[03:34.65]Hold up, s-uck up my w-eed is all you do, Kick in feed
[03:37.66]Cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
[03:39.35]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
[03:41.99]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[03:44.82]I got five on it
[03:47.68]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[03:50.36]I got five on it (got it, good)
[03:53.24]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[03:55.89]I got five on it
[03:58.63]Partner, let's go half on a sack