(feat. Lil' Flip)
[Whoo Kid: talking]
Welcome To The Hood Volume 1
I don't need a scale n***a I know how much that is
Hey Flip pa** the weed n***a
Why you talkin about 5 500 hundred n***a we buyin dro
n***a you know what it is n***a
What you smokin' on n***a?
I'm smokin' on that fresh sh**
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
Smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
[Lil Flip:] yeah now puff puff pa** n***a lets get high
[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
The block too hot these n***as ain't playin in fact they die over greed
While I smoke weed
With red here
Ya'll n***as know I flip them bizzirds
Ya'll n***as know I sip that Sizzurp
I comin' from Houston the home of Face boy
I'm a bad boy like Puffy and Mase boy
The bigger the pistol the bigger the bullet b**h
Don't play with me cause I'm eager to pull it trick
What you about that purple haze?
I smoke that sh** that'll make you miss work for days
I got bricks of coke and pounds of dro
And I don't discuss business around them hoes (oh no)
I ain't tryin' to be that n***a gettin cuffed up
Rule number one don't ever talk much
Rule number two keep them n***as out ya crib
Cause you just can't show everybody where you live
n***as think I changed
Cause I got a little change
But the money and the fame
Came along with the game
Now you wonder why we get high
Just to get by motherf**er!
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
Smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
(Lil Flip:) yeah now puff puff pa** n***a lets get high
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
What you know about that Blueberry Kush, Strawberry Haze?
That sh** that have a n***a a** high for days
My eyes bloodshot red I'm tryin to stay in the fastlane
The blunts still burnin' and the police on my a** mayne (f** ya'll)
I don't pay for weed my white boys show me love
They be like "Here Buck, dog I brought some bud"
Ain't nothin' like that California marijuana
You wake up the next day the smell still on ya
Pa** the ganja and
Light ya lighters man
Raise your hand if you a true Bob Marley fan
Can't get enough of Ms. Mary Jane
When I leave the b**h she keep callin' my name
Whenever I come around
She says I break her down
She brought half of her friends and she bringin' a pound
Everybody gettin' high thats how its supposed to be
If you got that real sh** come and smoke with me Young Buck!
[Young Buck: talking]
And I ain't talking bout no motherf**in' brown weed neither n***a
I know alot of ya'll n***as out there think ya'll smokin' dro
But ya'll smokin' pretend-o (get it?)
[Chorus:]
I got 5 on it
Smokin' on that Endo weed
I got 5 on it
Smokin' with them Clover Gees
I got 5 on it
Twist it up and smoke the sack
I got 5 on it
[Lil Flip:] yeah now puff puff pa** n***a lets get high