I got 5 on it
Just got paid and I wanna smoke big
I got 5 on it
Put a 5 on a sack and we can blow big
[Knumskull] Open the chips
[Yukmouth] Open the fifth, let's get licked
[Y] Cos I'm on one
[K] I grab the drink but that bag boy was a strong one
[Y] I'm strong like Van Damme
[K] Hell no, more like Bam Bam
[Y] Ooohhh!!!
[K] Almost got my ass slammed, til I hopped in the Trans Am
[Y] With the, pozzi rear, no fear,
Rowdy sideways to these hoes house
[K] Eh give me my take
[Y] Why?
[K] So I can get that stoge out
[Y] Save it for later player, these [BLANK] better fader, Vader
[K] But if they don't then (see ya later gator)
I'm not a player hater, I just need weed
[Y] Why lie, like Houdini pulls a rabbit out of his sleeve
[K] Sticky icky, green leaf, so we can blow big
Man I'm so high I done forgot where these niggas live
[Y] What? Go get the pager digits fool
[K] It was in my pocket
[Y] What you sayin?
[K] I don't know where da hell it is
[Y] Man that's why they call you Knumskull
Because your brain froze and everythang's stolen
Hole in your pocket with gold chain showin, hehe
[K] Aaah Yukmouth, dustmouth
[Y] What?
[K] You swoopin to the left this way,
You better stop blowin ya breath this way
[Y] Now say, if po-po was on our ass
[K] No they ain't stockin!
[Y] Man they on our ass I AIN'T BULLSHITTIN!!!
[K] You best ta hit a coupla corners, be swayz off the Alize
Before your ride get took for thirty days
[Y] Fool you crazy
[K] I'm hittin 80 in a high speeder
Go all out, can't wash no drawers out in Santa Rita
[knumskull]
Forget 5 on a sack cos I quit, almost had a seizure
Smokin the straight-up leaves had a brother keyed like lei-zure
But forever got on-them's on that drink though
Your talkin about choosin links, I pulls out my whole bankroll
(Man you got 5 on e'rything, huh?) Dude who asked you
To speak? You're too cheap cos I got 5 on the gas too
I passed you da hemp (5-0) but you never gave it back
Cos you too busy tryin to play the mack
What's your name? (Money Green) Money seen, money gone
Bustarama, look like you never ever had a home
Put 5 on the Hindu, player let's drink
(Man I would if I could) But you can't, so play the link
Fools whistle dixie, don't got no scratch and try to lie
Quick to hop in my hooptie and try to ride
Slide yo, it's over, you don't got loot, your ride stank
And don't try to grab my drank, boi
[yukmouth]
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 thru the E-S-O
Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up
In everybody's throater, I'm the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, cos where I be's we needs half like them foo-foo
Comin from your true blue, funks J the period
J period's strapped with AK, somethin serious
Delirious brain and thought mushrooms, it's like when I inhale
Get smoked for my dead homies and, folks that's up in jail
I shoulda been down with Redman cos my Posse
Be Pistol Packin', actin a fool off that Rozzi
Alize, equals one mo' casual-tay
For cash I mass move ghetto in a camp like Alloway, hey
Creep on in...on in... (Whoa)
See I'm ridin' high (Whoa)
Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's 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 a 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
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it, 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 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 bomb back
Suck up that 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
[refrain]
I got five on it (Got it, good), grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it (Got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack
[verse 2: numskull]
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
'Til 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, bruh
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
‘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 gettin' 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 rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me
[hook: michael marshall]
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[verse 3: numskull]
Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thing 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 hashish
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 getting smoked with my kinfolk
[verse 4: yukmouth]
Been 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
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
[hook: michael marshall]
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack