lirik lagu michael marshall – i got 5 on it
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
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 enough on it
go get the s-t. i-d-e-s
never the less, i’m h-lla fresh
rollin’ joints like a cigarette
so p-ss 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 shin0bi
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
’cause fools be havin’ the vacuum lungs
an if you let em hit it for free
you h-llar “dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb”
i come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin’ all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
i be blowin’ up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks
you take a puff, and p-ss my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb
will make a n-gga go delirious like eddie murphy
i got more growin’ pains than maggie
’cause homies nag me
to take the dank out of the baggie
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 sack
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 (slang for hav-a-tampa cigars)
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
’cause i’ll be d-mned if you get high off me for free
h-ll no, you betta’ bring your own spliff, chief
whats up, don’t make me sip that
better p-ss the joint!
stop hittin’ ’cause you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it
’cause i know the weed in my system is gettin’ lonely
i gotta take a whiz test to my p-o
i know how i failed ’cause i done smoked major weed bro
an every time we with chris that fool rollin’ up a fattie
but the tanqueray straight had me
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 sack
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, hot sheets
i wish i could fade the ache
but i’m no budget
still rollin’ a 2 door cutgl-ss, same ‘ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy indo
i’m in tha land gettin’ smoked wit my kinfolk
been smoked
yuk’ll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the oak the town
homies don’t play around
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up
speed up through the eso drink the v.s.o.p
p up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody’s rolled up, i’m da rolla
that’s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where i be’s we need tab like a foo-foo
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 sack
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