Godhead I Got Five On It Lyrics

I Got Five On It Lyrics

Chorus:
people in Oakland...Oakland
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher,
woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got
five

(Yukmouth)
player, give me some brew an I might just
chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress
Hill
I'm steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some
bucks on it, 
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-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,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to
begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it
unless
you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its
history
cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it
for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with
the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and
weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two
bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a
slurpy
the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I
got more growin' pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out
of the baggie

Chorus:
I got five on it, 
grab your 40,
let's get
keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on
it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go
half on a sac

(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I
can, 
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
'till 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
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 naw, you betta bring your own
spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
better pass the JOINT!
stop
hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle
it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz
test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an
everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray
straight had me

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(Knumskull)
hey, make this right
man
stop at the light man,
my yester night 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 eighth, but I'm
low budget
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy
windows,
smokin' Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my
kinfolk

(Yukmouth)
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

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