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creep on it, on it, on it, on it
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woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
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kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five
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(Yukmouth)
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player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
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but I'm the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
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I steal doobies
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spit loogies
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when I puff on it,
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I got some bucks on it,
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but it ain't enuff on it
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go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
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never the less,
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I'm hella fresh,
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rollin joints like a cigarrette
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so pass it cross the table like ping pong,
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I'm gone,
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beatin' my chest like King Kong,
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it's on,
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wrap my lips around a 40,
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and when it comes to get another stogie,
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fools all kick in like Shinobi
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Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
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it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
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unless you pull out the fat, crispy
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five dollar bill on the real before its history
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cause fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
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and if you let 'em hit it for free,
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you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
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I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
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avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
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that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
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give me two bucks,
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you take a puff,
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and pass my bomb back
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suck up the dank like a slurpy
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the serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
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I got more growin' pains than Maggie
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cause homies nag me,
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to take the dank out of the baggie
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Chorus:
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I got five on it,
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grab your 40,
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let's get keyed
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I got five on it,
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messin' wit that Endo weed
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I got five on it,
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it's got me stuck and IM TOW BACK
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I got five on it,
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PARTNA lets go half on a sac
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(Knumskull)
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I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
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don't need no cruch I'm so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin' my hand
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next time I roll it in a hampa
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to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
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hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in,
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then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
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cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
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hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
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wassup, dont babysit that
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better pass the JOINT!
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stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma
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crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
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cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
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I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
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I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro,
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an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
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but the Tanqueray straight had me
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Chorus
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(Knumskull)
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hey, make this right mayne
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stop at the light mayne,
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my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
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you fade, I fade
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so let's head to da east
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hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies
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I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
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still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
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foggy windows,
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soggy Endo,
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I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
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(Yukmouth)
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been smoked,
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Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
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up in the O-A-K the Town
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homies don't play around,
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we down to blaze a pound
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then ease up,
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speed up through the E-S-O,
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drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeza
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and everybody's blowed ahh, I'm da roller
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that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
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hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
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kick in fee, cause where I be's we need half like Unfoofoo
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I Got Five On It
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| The Luniz |
