I Got 5 On It

Album: Operation Stackola (1995)
Charted: 3 8
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  • 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

    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 (yeah)
    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 a 40
    And when it comes to get another stogie
    Fools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)
    No, he ain't my homie to begin with
    It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent
    Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
    Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history
    'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
    And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
    I come to school with a 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 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 (got it good)
    Grab your 40, let's get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin' wit 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
    Partna, let's go half on a sack

    I take sacks to the face whenever I can
    Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
    'Til the joint be burnin' my hand
    Next time I roll it in a hampa
    To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' 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
    'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
    Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief (got it good)
    What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
    Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya 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 (oowee)
    But the Tanqueray straight had me

    I got five on it (got it good)
    Grab your 40, let's get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin' wit 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 (got it good)
    Partna, let's go half on a sack

    Ayy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man
    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 rolling a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
    Foggy windows, soggy Indo
    I'm in the 'Land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

    I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down (got it good)
    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 (oowee)
    Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do (got it good)
    Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we needs half like Umfufu

    I got five on it (got it good)
    Grab your 40, let's get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin' wit 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 (got it good)
    Partna, let's go half on a sack Writer/s: Anthony Gilmour, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Denzil Foster, Donald Boyce, Garrick Husbands, George Brown, Jay King, Jerold Ellis, Mike Marshall, Rick Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Mickens, Ronald Bell, Thomas Mc Elroy
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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