Player, give me some brew
and I might just chill
But I'm the type
that likes 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
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass it cross the table like ping-pong
I'm gone, beating 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
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be popping
to let my friend hit bit
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before its history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free
You hella dum-da-dum-dum!
I come to school
with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the dick-teasers
Skeezers and weirdos
That be fuckin' off the land like
"Where tha bomb at?"
Give me 2 bucks,
you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb
will make a nigga go delirious
like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
Cause niggas nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
I got 5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo weed
I got 5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets 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 burnin' my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow, so the ashes
won't be burnin' 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 (Hahahaha)
'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 hittin' '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 PO
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 5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo weed
I got 5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets go half on a sack
Ayy, make this right, mane,
stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thang
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 hashishs
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 gettin' smoked
with my kinfolk, Ibeen 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 (Wouh)
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do,
kick in feed
'Cause where I be, we needs half like Umfufu
I got 5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo weed
I got 5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets go half on a sack