Песня: I Got Five on it Chorus: I got five on it, grab your 40, 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, potna lets go half on a sac
(Yukmouth) player, give me some brew an I might just chill, but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill I'm 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 cigarrette 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 get 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 phat, crispy five dollar bill on the real before its history cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs, an if you let 'em hit it for free, you hellar dum-dum-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 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 cos homies nag me, to take the dank out of the baggie
Chorus: I got five on it, grab your 40, 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, potna lets go half on a sac
(Knumskull) 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 let's head to da east hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket foggy windows, smokin' Indo, I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(Yukmouth) 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, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
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