Bài hát I Got 5 On It Báo Lỗi

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

Bit unless you pull out the fat crispy

Five-dollar bill on the real

Before it's history

‘cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs

And 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 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 that 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

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 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 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

What's up

Don't babysit that better pass the joint

Stop hitting

‘cause you know you 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 but the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it

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 stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner let's go half on a sack

Ayy make this right mane

Stop at the light mane

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 rollin' a two-door Cutlass same old bucket

Foggy windows soggy Indo

I'm in the 'land getting smoked

With my kinfolk

I been smoked

Yuk'll spray ya lay you down

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

Hold up suck up

My weed is all you do

Kick in feed ‘cause where I be

We needs half like Umfufu

I got five on it

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 stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

Partner let's go half on a sack