Yukmouth - I Got 5 On It (Reprise) lyrics

[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 - Knumskull & Yukmouth) K: 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 K: Well that's that; f** it! I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack Enough to get a phat sack Y: Hell yeah! K: You got some zags? Y: Not at all man K: Let's get some from the store Y: Fa sho, because a n***a need a tall can K: Damn, open the door, Blood Y: n***a, where my keys at? K: I don't know Y: Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sack K: Oh, here they are in my sock Y: Put your seatbelt on Cause there's hella cops parked up the block K: Well n***a bust a U-ie then Y: n***a, fire up that doobie then K: Hell nah! Y: You major scand'lous, partna K: Well sue me then Y: Oh, be like that on a roach? K: Nope, look at them hoes! Y: Man f** them tricks, n***a let's get smoked! K: Pa** the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! Y: Whoa! What the f** wrong with you?! K: 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? K: 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** K: Eh you know what? 84th is the closest Y: Yup. Oooh! A fat a** Tamp, n***a let's smoke this K: Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk Y: Why you bring that scand'lous-a** sack? K: Man this sh** ain't no punk Here smell this Y: Roll it up then n***a! K: 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.) K: Aww man, sh** I ain't got nothing! (Sorry) K: Man I spend with you all the time (Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo's Rossi Rine) K: Aw f** that! Y: They didn't let you get the drank? (Get out my store!) K: 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 - Knumskull] 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] [Interlude] 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