[00:00.000]Intro: Michael Marshall
[00:04.163]Creep on in, on in, on in
[00:09.424]Whoa, see I'm ridin' high, whoa
[00:16.114]Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five
[00:21.052]Verse 1: Yukmouth
[00:21.811]Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
[00:24.262]But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
[00:27.712]I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
[00:30.424]I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
[00:33.221]Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
[00:35.570]Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
[00:38.792]So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
[00:41.274]I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
[00:44.052]It's on, wrap my lips around the forty
[00:46.251]And when it comes to getting another stogie
[00:48.225]Fools all kick in like Shinobi.
[00:50.313]No, he ain't my homie to begin with
[00:52.313]It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it, bit
[00:55.252]Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
[00:57.740]Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
[01:00.848]'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
[01:03.182]And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
[01:06.444]I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
[01:08.871]Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
[01:11.956]That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
[01:14.551]Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
[01:17.303]S-uck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious
[01:19.860]Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
[01:22.943]I got more growing pains than Maggie
[01:24.781]'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
[01:27.024]Chorus: Michael Marshall
[01:27.798]I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:30.325]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[01:32.934]I got five on it
[01:35.714]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[01:38.407]I got five on it (got it, good)
[01:41.218]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[01:43.982]I got five on it
[01:46.638]Partner, let's go half on a sack
[01:49.154]Verse 2/Numskull: I take sacks to the face
[01:50.699]Whenever I can, don't need no crutch
[01:52.937]I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
[01:55.699]Next time I roll it in a hampa
[01:58.068]To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
[02:01.362]Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
[02:04.018]Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
[02:06.910]'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
[02:09.751]Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
[02:12.323]What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the, joint
[02:15.532]Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
[02:17.970]Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
[02:20.596]'Cause I know the w-eed in my system is gettin' lonely
[02:23.579]I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O
[02:26.061]I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major w-eed, bro
[02:28.866]And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
[02:32.371]But the Tanqueray straight had me
[02:34.044]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
[02:36.421]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[02:39.193]I got five on it
[02:41.962]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[02:44.776]I got five on it (got it, good)
[02:47.427]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[02:50.042]I got five on it
[02:52.970]Partner, let's go half on a sack
[02:56.279]Verse 3/Numskull: Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
[02:59.105]My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
[03:02.013]You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
[03:04.501]Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
[03:07.397]I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
[03:10.962]Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
[03:13.427]Foggy windows, soggy Indo
[03:15.313]I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[03:18.015]Verse 4/Yukmouth: I been smoked
[03:18.895]Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K
[03:21.235]The Town, homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
[03:24.356]Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
[03:26.662]Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
[03:29.833]And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
[03:32.144]That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
[03:35.215]Hold up, s-uck up my w-eed is all you do, kick in feed
[03:38.096] 'Cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
[03:40.248]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
[03:42.737]Grab your four, let's get keyed
[03:45.419]I got five on it
[03:48.114]Messin' with that Indo w-eed
[03:50.694]I got five on it (got it, good)
[03:53.654]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
[03:56.301]I got five on it
[03:59.143]Partner, let's go half on a sack