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I Got 5 On It (Reprise)

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  • Chorus Creep on in, on in (echos) Woo. See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos) Whoooo! Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE I GOT FIVE! Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)* (Knumskull) I Got Five On It I got five what you got nigga? (Yukmouth) Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga. (Knumskull) Well that's that fuck it I think I got three bucks in my backpack enough to get a phat sack. (Yukmouth) Hell yeah! (Knumskull) You got some zags? (Yukmouth) Not at all man. (Knumskull) Let's get some from the store. (Yukmouth) Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken. (Knumskull) Damn open the door blood. (Yukmouth) Nigga where my keys at? (Knumskull) I don't know? (Yukmouth) Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack. (Knumskull) Oh here they go in my sock. (Yukmouth) Put your seatbelt on cuz there's hella cops parked up the block. (Knumskull) Well nigga bust a U-ey then. (Yukmouth) Nigga fire up that doobie then. (Knumskull) Hell nah! (Yukmouth) You major skanless potna. (Knumskull) Well sue me then. (Yukmouth) Oh, be like that on a roach? (Knumskull) Nope, look at them hoes! (Yukmouth) Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke! Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?! (Knumskull) Damn I had a flash back this nigga frontin me some yay but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back. (Yukmouth) Nigga what if the cash jack? (Knumskull) Oh it's cool Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts. (Yukmouth) It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass (Knumskull) Eh you know what? 84th is the closest. (Yukmouth) Yup Oooh! a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this. (Knumskull) Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk. (Yukmouth) Why you bring that skanless ass sack? (Knumskull) Man this shit ain't no punk. Here smell this. (Yukmouth) Roll it up then nigga! (Knumskull) Haha, yeah! (Yukmouth) Let's go half on some liquor yeah go get some Tango or something. (Eh, I got to see some I.D.) (Knumskull) Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing! (Sorry) (Knumskull) Man I spend wit you all the time. (Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine) (Knumskull) Aww fuck that! (Yukmouth) They didn't let you get the drank? (Get out my store!) (Knumskull) Man I ain't trippin. Chorus *(Mike Marshall)* I got five on it grab your 40 let's get keyed I got five on it fuckin wit that Indo weed I got five on it it's got me stuck and I'm tore back I got five on it nigga lets go half on a sack. Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* I take a sack to the face whenever I can fuck a cruch I be smokin that shit til the joint be burnin my hand next time I roll it in a Hampa to burn slo so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free fuck that you betta bring your own shit cheif wassup don't babysit that you better pass the JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma crack a 40 open homie an guzzel it cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley I gotta take a piss test for my P.O. I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro an everytime we with Chris that nigga rollin up a fattie but the Tanqueray straight had me lit to the fullest extreme there was gettin no higher that shit had my chest on fire Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight but I ain't fuckin wit that I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that I'm a lounge wit that nigga bring me a phat sack I don't know how to roll but I know how to SMOKE! I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke. *(chorus)* x2 *(during chorus)* Whooo-weee! Baby-boy! Dayyyymn! I'm hella high. Damn. That's that indo. Dayyyymn! Only Oakland got that Doja like that. Only the Town nigga. Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it. What you talking about? Pass that shit over here. Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* Playa give me some brew an 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 enuff on it fuck wit the S the T, I-D-E-S never the less I'm hella fresh rollin joints like a cigarrette 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 niggas all kick in like Shinobi Nummy ain't my homie to begin with it's too many heads to be poppin

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