I Got 5 On It

Chorus:   people  in Oakland...Oaklandwoo, see I'm ridin higher and higher,
woo-ookinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five (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-snever  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 Shinobino, 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,  crispyfive  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
earlobea voidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdosthat be blowin
off the land like 'where tha bomb at?  'give me two bucks, you take a puff,
and  pass  my bomb backsuck 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)  I  take sacks to the face, whenever I can, don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,'till the joint be burnin' my hand next time I roll it in a
hampato burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, brahoochies can
hit,  but they know they got to pitch in, then I roll a joint that's longer
than your extension cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free hell
naw,  you betta bring your own spliff, cheif wassup,don't make me sip that,
better  pass  theJOINT!  stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma crack a 40
open, homie,an guzzel it, cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I  gotta  take a whiz test to my P-OI know I failed cos I done smoked major
weed  bro, an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie, but the
Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus (Knumskull) hey, make this right manstop at the light man, my yester
night  thang  got me hung off the night trainyou fade, I face so let's head
to  da  easthit  the  stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets I wish I
could  fade  the  achebut  I've no 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 downup in
the OAK the Townhomies don't play around, we down to blaze a poundthen ease
up,speed  up  through  the  ESO,  drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze upand
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 Chorus

-Lyrics provided by:Yory Martinjorym@uclink4.berkeley.edu