I Got 5 On It Weedless Mix lyrics

Creep on in.....

Woah, see I`m ridin high......woahoooh

Kinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5



[Yukmouth]

Player, give me some brew and I might just chill

You know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill

But still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna 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, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes

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 get another stogie

fools all kick in like Shinobi

Homie you don`t know me to begin with

There`s too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit`

Unless you pull out the fat crispy

five dollar bill on the real before it`s history

Cos fools be havin them vacuum lungs

and if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum

I come to school with a vaga on my earlobe

Fave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos

that be blowin off the land like `Where the bomb at?`

Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back

Suck up the sack like a slurpy

I`m serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy

I got more Growin` Pains than Maggie

cos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy



[Chorus]

I got 5 on it

Grab your 4 and let`s get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messin with that indo weed

I got 5 on it

It`s got me stuck and I`m toe-back

I got 5 on it

Potna let`s go half on a sack



[Knumskull]

Check it out

I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don`t need no crutch

I`m so keyed up, til the greenery`s burnin my hand

Next time I roll it in a hamper

to burn slow, so the ashes won`t be burnin at my hair, bra

Hoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then

I roll stoge`s longer than your extension

Cos I`ll be damned if you get high off me for free

Hell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief

Wassup? Don`t make me sip that, best ta pass the

CHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma

Crack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it

Cos I know the broccoli`s in my system gettin lonely

I gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O

I know I`ll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro

And everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties

but the Tanqueray straight had me



Chorus



[Knumskull]

Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn

My yesternight thang 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 for cheap

I wish I could fade the eighth

but I`m low budget, still rollin the two-do` Cutlass, same ol` bucket

Foggy windows, drink in hand

In the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk



[Yukmouth]

you ain`t know

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 eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O

Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up

in your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney

cos it`s the remedy like Hennessey

We fin` to be over mayn, I told ya

If you don`t got 5 on it you can`t get high on it



Chorus
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