| Lyrics: | I got 5 on it, i got 5
whachyou got nigga?
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock
nigga,
well dats dat, fuck it
i think i got 3 bucks in my back pack
enough to get a
fat sack
you got some zags?
not at all man. let get some from the sto
fo sho because
a nigga need a tall can
open the door blood, nigga where my keys at?
oh no i gave them to
you get get that weed sac,
oh here they go, wit my sock
hey put your seat belt on cuz
theres hella cops parked up the block,
well nigaa bust a uey then,
nigga follow up dat
doobie den,
hell naw, you made it scandolous partnah,
well sue me then,
ohh we like
that on a roach, nope look at them hoes,
man fuck them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass
the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the fuck wrong wit you,
damn i had a
flash back,
this nigga fronted me some yay,
but you know that he aint gon'got his cash
nigga,
fuck this im puttin it in the cutless,
man you know we aint got no tags on the
cutless,
hey you know what 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga lets smoke
this,
lets roll a blunt with the skunk,
why you bring this scandolous ass sac,
this
shit aint no pump
hmm smell this............roll it up then nigga,
hey lets go half on
some liquor,
hey go get some tango or something
(you got some ID?)
ohhh man shit i
aint got nuthin
man i spend with you all the time
(sorry no ID, no colors i see
blind)
ohh fuck that maaan,
(why dont you get of my store niggah)
man i aint
trippin.
I got 5 on it
grab your 40
let get keyed
i got 5 on
it
fuckin with that endo weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now toke back
i got
5 on it
nigga lets go half on a sack
i take a sack to the face,
when ever i
can, fuck a crutch
i be smokin that shit till the joint be burnin my hand,
next time im
rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my hand bro,
hoes
wanna hit but they know,
they gotta pitch in then,
i roll a joint that longer than your
extention,
cuz ill be damn if you get high off me for free,
fuck that you better bring
your own shit G,
whats up dont babysit that,
you better pass the joint nigga stop
hittin,
cuz you know you got asthma,
crack the 40 open homie and guzzel it,
cuz i
know the weed in my system is gettin lonley,
i gotta take a piss test to my P.O.
i know
i'll fail cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro,
and every time we with chris that nigga rollin up
fatty.....
but the tangaray straight had me,
lit to the fullest extreme,
there was
gettin no higher,
that shit had my chest on fire,
dru hill was swingin to the face
straight,
but i aint fuckin with that,
i think ill stick to the crazy 8's,
bring me a
bottle and im cool wit that,
im'a lounge with that,
nigga bring me a fat sack,
i dont
know how to roll,
but i know how to smoke,
i think im gonna hit it til my ass
choke,
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playa, bring me some brew ,
and im might just
chill,
but im 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 in aint enough
on it,
fuck with the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
nevertheless im hella fresh,
rollin joints like a
cigerette, (hit it)
so pass across the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my chest
like king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
when it comes to get another
stogie
niggas all kick in like shinobi,
no he aint my homie to being with,
its to
many heads to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
unless you pull out the fat crispy,
5
dollar bill on the real before its history,
cuz niggas be haven them vaccuum lungs,
and if
you let'em hit for free,
you hella dumb-duh-dumb-dumb.
i come to school with a taylor on
my earlobe,
avoiden all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
yall be fuckin off the
land, like where the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my bong back,
suck
up the dank like a slurpie,
this serious bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie
murphy,
i got more growin' pains than maggie,
'cause niggas nag me,
to take the dank
out of the baggie
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