i got 5 on it

people in oakland

oakland

see i'm riding higher and higher

kinda broke so ya know all i got's five

i got five

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'm-a 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-t. i-d-e-s

nevertheless i'm hella fresh

rolling joints like a cigarette

so pass it across 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 getting another stogie fools all kick in like shinobi

no

he ain't my homie to begin with

it's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it

unless you pull out the fat

crispy

5 dollar bill on the real before it's history

cause fools be having them vacuum lungs

an if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb

i come to school with the taylor on my earlobe

avoiding all the thick teasers

skeezers

and weirdos

that be blowing off the land like where the bomb at

give me two bucks

you take a puff and pass my bong back

suck up the dank like a slurpee

the serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like eddie murphy

i got more growing pains than maggie

cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

i got five on it

grab your 40

let's get keyed

i got five on it

messing with that indo weed

i got five on it

it's got me stuck and not go back

i got five on it

partner lets go half on a sack

i take sacks to the face whenever i can

don't need no crutch

i'm so keyed up 'till the joint be burning my hand

next time i roll it in a hampa

to burn slow

so the ashes won't be burning up my hand

bro

hoochies can 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

hell no

you better bring your own spliff

chief

what's up

don't babysit that better pass the joint

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 whiz test to my p-o

i know i failed cause i done smoked major weed bro

and every time we with chris that fool rolling up a fatty

but the tanqueray straight had me

hey

make this right man

stop at the light man

my yester-night thing got me hung off the night train

you fade

i face

so let's head to the east

hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish

i wish i could fade the eighth

but i'm low budget

still rolling a two door cutlass same old bucket

foggy windows

soggy indoe

i'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

been smoked

yuk'll spray ya

lay ya 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 with a lemon squeeze up

and everybody's rolled up

i'm da roller

that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja

hold up

suck up my weed is all you do

kick in feed

cause where i be we need half like um-foo-foo