Karaoké I Got 5 on It Luniz & Michael Marshall

Creep on in

Whoa

See I'm ridin' high

Oh Ooh

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

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

Unless you pull out the fat crispy

Five-dollar bill on the real before it's history

'Cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs an 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 dick 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 'cos homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

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 it's got me

Got it good stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner 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

'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 bra

Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension

'Cos 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 'cos you know you got asthma

Crack a 40 open homie and guzzle it

'Cos I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely

I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O

I know I failed 'cos I done smoked major weed bro

And every time we with Chris that fool rollin' up a fatty but the Tanqueray straight had me

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 it's got me

Got it good stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner let's go half on a sack

Hey make this right man

Stop at the light man

My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train

You fade I face

So let's head to da east

Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish

I wish I could fade the ache

But I've no budget

Still rollin' a two door

Cutlass same ole' bucket

Foggy windows smokin' Indo

I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

Been smoked

Yuk'll spray ya lay ya down

Up in the OAK the Town

Homies don't play around

We down to blaze a pound

Then ease up

Speed up through the ESO

Drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up

And everybody's rolled up

I'm da roller

That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia

Hold up suck up my weed is all you do kick in feed cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

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 it's got me

Got it good stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Got it good

Partner let's go half on a sack