I Got 5 On It

Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Marshall] Creep on in, on in, on in Woah See, I'm ridin' high, woah Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got is five, I got five [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill But I'm the type that like 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 Go get the S, the T, I-D-E-S Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like the cigarette 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 the forty And when it comes to getting another stogie fools all kick in like Shinobi (Shinobi) No, he ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit Bit Unless you pull out the fat, crispy Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history 'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb, da-dumb-dumb I come to school (Nyoom) with the Taylor on my earlobe Avoidin' all the dick teasers, skeezers and weirdos That be blowin' off the land like, "Where the bomb at?" Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious Bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie 'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your four and let's get keyed 'Cause I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed 'Cause I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back 'Cause I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack [Verse 2: Numskull & Michael Marshall] I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch I'm so keyed up 'til the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a hampa To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (Hahahaha) 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free Hell, no! You better bring your own spliff, chief (Five on it) What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint Stop hittin' 'cause you know you got asthma Crack the forty open, homie, and guzzle it 'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a whiz test to my PO I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty But the Tanqueray straight had me [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your four and let's get keyed 'Cause I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed 'Cause I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back 'Cause I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack [Verse 3: Numskull & Yukmouth] Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane My yester-night thang got me hung off the night train You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashishs I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low-budget Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket Foggy windows, soggy Indo I'm in the 'land gettin' smoked with my kinfolk, Ibeen smoked Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down Up in the O-A-K, the Town, homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja (Wouh) Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do, kick in feed 'Cause where I be, we needs half like Umfufu [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your four and let's get keyed 'Cause I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed 'Cause I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back 'Cause I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack