[00:03.70] Creep on in... on in... [00:07.70] [00:10.15] See I'm riding high [00:15.82] Kinda broke this evening y'all [00:18.67] So all I got's five, I got five [00:21.61] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill [00:24.73] But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill [00:27.72] I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it [00:30.43] I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it [00:32.71] Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S [00:35.74] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette [00:38.78] So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong [00:41.50] I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong [00:44.18] It's on, wrap my lips around the forty [00:46.18] And when it comes to getting another stogie [00:48.05] Fools all kick in like Shinobi [00:50.04] No, he ain't my homie to begin with [00:51.99] It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit it, bit [00:55.34] Unless you pull out the fat, crispy [00:57.81] Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history [01:00.69] 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs [01:03.05] And if you let 'em hit it for free [01:04.72] You hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb [01:06.72] I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe [01:08.84] Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos [01:11.59] That be blowing off the land, like, where the bomb at? [01:14.04] Give me two bucks, you take a puff [01:15.78] And pass my bomb back [01:17.64] Suck up that dank like a Slurpee [01:19.35] The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy [01:23.09] I got more growing pains than Maggie [01:25.19] 'Cause homies nag me [01:26.95] To take the dank out of the baggie [01:28.24] I got five on it (Got it, good) [01:30.31] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [01:33.03] I got five on it [01:35.96] Messing with that Indo weed [01:38.95] I got five on it (Got it, good) [01:41.35] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [01:44.20] I got five on it [01:46.96] Partner, let's go half on a sack [01:49.50] I take sacks to the face whenever I can [01:52.19] Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up [01:54.16] 'Til the joint be burning my hand [01:56.08] Next time I roll it in a hampa [01:58.07] To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh [02:01.22] Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in [02:03.82] Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha) [02:06.97] 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free [02:09.86] Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief [02:12.95] What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint [02:15.67] Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma [02:18.21] Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it [02:20.36] 'Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely [02:23.18] I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O [02:26.06] I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro [02:29.05] And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty [02:32.03] But the Tanqueray straight had me [02:34.84] I got five on it [02:36.40] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [02:39.19] I got five on it [02:42.04] Messing with that Indo weed [02:44.49] I got five on it [02:47.33] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [02:50.28] I got five on it [02:52.91] Partner, let's go half on a sack [02:56.06] Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane [02:59.35] My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train [03:02.36] You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East [03:04.92] Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish [03:07.85] I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget [03:10.83] Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket [03:13.82] Foggy windows, soggy Indo [03:15.44] I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk [03:17.60] Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down [03:19.90] Up in the O-A-K, the Town [03:21.91] Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound [03:23.72] Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O [03:26.73] Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up [03:29.49] And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller [03:31.88] That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja [03:35.37] Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do [03:38.15] Kick in feed, 'cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu [03:41.00] I got five on it [03:43.13] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [03:45.54] I got five on it [03:48.26] Messing with that Indo weed [03:51.39] I got five on it [03:54.48] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [03:57.40] I got five on it [03:59.49] Partner, let's go half on a sack [04:01.49]