[Intro - Mike Marshall:]
Creep on in
See I'm riding high
Kinda broke you see so all I got is 5
I got 5 on it
[Verse 1 - Numskull & Yukmouth:]
[N:] I got 5 on it
I got 5, what you got n***a?
[Y:] Damn, I think I got 2 bucks in my sock, n***a
[N:] Well that's that; f** it!
I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack
Enough to get a phat sack
[Y:] Hell yeah!
[N:] You got some zags?
[Y:] Not at all man
[N:] Let's get some from the store
[Y:] Fa sho, because a n***a need a tall can
[N:] Damn, open the door, Blood
[Y:] n***a, where my keys at?
[N:] I don't know
[Y:] Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sack
[N:] Oh, here they are in my sock
[Y:] Put your seatbelt on
Cause there's hella cops parked up the block
[N:] Well n***a bust a U-ie then
[Y:] n***a, fire up that doobie then
[N:] Hell nah!
[Y:] You major scand'lous, partna
[N:] Well sue me then
[Y:] Oh, be like that on a roach?
[N:] Nope, look at them hoes!
[Y:] Man f** them tricks, n***a let's get smoked!
[N:] Pa** the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
[Y:] Whoa! What the f** wrong with you?!
[N:] Damn I had a flash back
This n***a fronting me some yay
But you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back
[Y:] n***a what if the cash jack?
[N:] Oh it's cool
f** this, I'm putting it in the cuts
[Y:] It's bad enough he got no tags on the Cutla**
[N:] Eh you know what? 84th is the closest
[Y:] Yup. Oooh! A fat a** Tamp, n***a let's smoke this
[N:] Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk
[Y:] Why you bring that scand'lous-a** sack?
[N:] Man this sh** ain't no punk
Here smell this
[Y:] Roll it up then n***a!
[N:] Haha, yeah!
[Y:] Let's go half on some liquor
Yeah go get some Tanquo or something
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
[N:] Aww man, sh** I ain't got nothing!
(Sorry)
[N:] Man I spend with you all the time
(Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo's Rossi Rine)
[N:] Aw f** that!
[Y:] They didn't let you get the drank?
(Get out my store!)
[N:] Man, I ain't trippin
[Hook - Mike Marshall:]
I got 5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
f**in with that Indo weed
I got 5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
n***a lets go half on a sack!
[Verse 2 - Numskull:]
I take a sack to the face whenever I can
f** a crutch; I be smoking that sh**
Til the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a Tampa
To burn slow so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, brah
Hoes want to hit but they know they got to pitch in
Then, I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
f** that, you better bring your own sh** chief
Wa**up, don't babysit that
You better pa** the joint
n***a stop hitting cause you know you got asthma
Crack a 40 open homie and guzzle it
Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O
I know I failed cause I done smoked hella weed, bro
An every time we with Chris
That n***a rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me
[Dru Down:]
Lit to the fullest extreme
There was getting no higher
That sh** had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swigging to the face straight
But I ain't f**in with that
I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's
Bring me a bottle and I'm cool with that
I'mma a lounge with 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
[Hook]
Woo-wee! Baby-boy!
I'm hella high, damn that's that indo
Only Oakland got that Doja like that
Only the town, n***a
Eh man quit hogging up the joint, man you babysitting it
What you talking about?
Pa** that sh** over here
[Verse 3 - Yukmouth:]
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
But I'm the type that likes 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 enough on it
f** with the S the T, I-D-E-S
Nevertheless I'm hella fresh
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pa** it cross the table like ping-pong
I'm gone, beating 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 popping to let my friend hit sh**
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before its history
Cause n***as be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free
You hella dum-da-dum-dum!
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the dick-teasers
Skeezers and weirdos
That be f**in' off the land like "Where tha bomb at?"
Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pa** my bomb back
s** up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a n***a go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
Cause n***as nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie