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I Got 5 On It by Luniz
I Got 5 On It
[Intro]
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
People in Oakland, Oakland
Gbmaj9
See I'm ridin' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
F#9#5/A
Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five
[Verse 1]
Bbm9
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
Bbm9
But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
Bbm9
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Gbmaj9
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Gbmaj9
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
Gbmaj9
So pass it across the table, like ping pong
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong
Bbm9
It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
Bbm9
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Bbm9
Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
Bbm9
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
It's too many hands to be poppin' up, let my friend hit it
Gbmaj9
Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Gbmaj9
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
Gbmaj9
Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
Bbm9
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Bbm9
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
Bbm9
That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bong back
Gbmaj9
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
Gbmaj9
Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
Gbmaj9
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
[Chorus]
Bbm9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Gbmaj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 2]
Bbm9
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Bbm9
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
Bbm9
'Til the joint be burning my hand
Bbm9
Next time I roll it in a hampa
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
Gbmaj9
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Gbmaj9
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
Gbmaj9
Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
Bbm9
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
Bbm9
Stop hitting, cause you know you got asthma
Bbm9
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
Gbmaj9
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
Gbmaj9
I know I failed, âcause I done smoked major weed, bro
Gbmaj9
And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
F#9#5/A
But the Tanqueray straight had me
[Chorus]
Bbm9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Gbmaj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 3: Numskull]
Bbm9
Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
Bbm9
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
Bbm9
You fade, I face, so let's head to the East
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
Gbmaj9
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Gbmaj9
Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Gbmaj9
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
F#9#5/A
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Bbm9
Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
Bbm9
Up in the O-A-K, the Town
Bbm9
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
Bbm9
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
Gbmaj9
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
Gbmaj9
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Gbmaj9
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu
[Hook]
Bbm9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9 Bbm/Ab
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Gbmaj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
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version 2
Tuning: E A D G B E
Here's the bass and bells (arranged for guitar).
Though this is the intro, both parts play for the duration of
the song with the occasional rest in the guitar part.
[Intro]
e|----21------20------------------|---21------20~------------------|
B|--------18----------------------|-------18-----------------------|
G|----------------20~-------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|6---6-------------------------1-|6---6-------------------------1-|
e|----21------20------------------|----21------20~-----16------18--|
B|--------18----------------------|--------18--------------18------|
G|----------------20~-------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|6---6-------------------------1-|6---6---------1-4---4---------1-|
e|----18------16------------------|----18------16~-----------------|
B|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G|--------18------17~-------------|--------18----------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|2---2-------------------------1-|2---2-------------------------1-|
e|----18------16------------------|----18------16~---------16--18--|
B|--------------------------------|--------------------18----------|
G|--------18------17~-------------|--------18----------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|2---2-------------------------1-|2---2---------1-5---5---------1-|
[Intro: Michael Marshall]
Creep on in, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, 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 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, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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]
Ayy, 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]
I 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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
| ~ Vibrato
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version 3
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Bass Line Part A]
G|-----------------|----------------|----------------|-----------------|
D|-----------------|----------------|----------------|-----------------|
A|-1-1-------------|1-1-------------|1-1-------------|1-1--------------|
E|----------------1|---------------1|---------------1|-------1-4-4----1|
[Bass Line Part B]
G|-----------------|----------------|----------------|-----------------|
D|-----------------|----------------|----------------|-----------------|
A|-----------------|----------------|----------------|---------0-0-----|
E|-2-2------------1|2-2------------1|2-2------------1|2-2----1--------1|
[Melody Part A]
e|-9----8------9----8~----9----8------9----8----------------|
B|---------------------------------------------9----11------|
G|---10---8~-----10---------10---8~-----10-------10---------|
D|----------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|
[Melody Part B]
e|-6---4-----6---4~----6---4-----6---4-----4-6----------|
B|---------------------------------------6--------------|
G|---6---5~----6---------6---5~----6--------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------|
[Intro: Michael Marshall]
Creep on in, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, 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 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, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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]
Ayy, 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]
I 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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
| ~ Vibrato
------------------
version 4
Tuning: Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Key: Bm
Lead and Bass don't line up*
Eb|------22------21-------------------------22------21-----------------------22------21------|
Bb|----------19---------------------------------19-------------------------------19----------|
Gb|------------------21---------------------------------21-------------------------------21--|
Db|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Ab|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Db|-4--9--9----------------------4--9--9--------------------------4--9--9--------------------|
Eb|-----------------------------------------19------17-----------------------19------17------|
Bb|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Gb|---------------------------------------------19------18-----------------------19------18--|
Db|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Ab|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Db|-4--9--9------4--7--7---------0--5--5--------------------------7--5--5--------------------|
Eb|------19------17---------22-------21--------------------------------------22------21------|
Bb|-----------------------------19-----------------------------------------------19----------|
Gb|----------19--------------------------21----------------------------------------------21--|
Db|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Ab|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Db|-4--2--2-----------2--5--5----------4--8--8--------------------4--9--9--------------------|
Eb|----------------------------------------19------17-------------------19------17-----------|
Bb|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Gb|--------------------------------------------19------18-------------------19------18-------|
Db|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Ab|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Db|-4--9--9------4--7--7---------0--5--5--------------------------0--5--5--------------------|
Eb|------19------17------22------21----------------15--------14------------------------------|
Bb|--------------------------19--------------------------------------------------------------|
Gb|----------19------18--------------21-----------------14-------12--------------------------|
Db|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Ab|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Db|-4--2--2--------2--5--5----------4--8--8--------------------------------------------------|
[Intro: Michael Marshall]
Creep on in, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, 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 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, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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]
Ayy, 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]
I 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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
------------------
version 5
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Repeated through the whole song]
e|------9----8-----|
B|-----------------|
G|--------10---8---|
D|-----------------|
A|---1-------------|
E|-1---------------|
e|------9----8-----|
B|-----------------|
G|--------10-------|
D|-----------------|
A|---1-------------|
E|-1---------------|
e|------9----8-----|
B|-----------------|
G|--------10---8---|
D|-----------------|
A|---1-------------|
E|-1---------------|
e|------9----8------4---6------6----4----------6----4------6----4--------6----4------4-5-4-|
B|--------------------6--------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------10--------------------- 6----5---------6-----------6----5---------6--------------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---1-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-1-----------1-4---------1-2------------1-2----------1-2-----------1-2---------1-5-------|
[Intro: Michael Marshall]
Creep on in, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, 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 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, 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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]
Ayy, 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]
I 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
[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your four, 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
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