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Chorus 

Creep on in, on in (echos) 
Woo. 
See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos) 
Whoooo! 
Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE 
I GOT FIVE! 

Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)* 

(Knumskull) 
I Got Five On It 
I got five what you got nigga? 
(Yukmouth) 
Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga. 
(Knumskull) 
Well that's that 
fuck it 
I think I got three bucks in my backpack 
enough to get a phat sack. 
(Yukmouth) 
Hell yeah! 
(Knumskull) 
You got some zags? 
(Yukmouth) 
Not at all man. 
(Knumskull) 
Let's get some from the store. 
(Yukmouth) 
Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken. 
(Knumskull) 
Damn 
open the door blood. 
(Yukmouth) 
Nigga where my keys at? 
(Knumskull) 
I don't know? 
(Yukmouth) 
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack. 
(Knumskull) 
Oh here they go in my sock. 
(Yukmouth) 
Put your seatbelt on 
cuz there's hella cops parked up the block. 
(Knumskull) 
Well nigga bust a U-ey then. 
(Yukmouth) 
Nigga fire up that doobie then. 
(Knumskull) 
Hell nah! 
(Yukmouth) 
You major skanless potna. 
(Knumskull) 
Well sue me then. 
(Yukmouth) 
Oh, be like that on a roach? 
(Knumskull) 
Nope, look at them hoes! 
(Yukmouth) 
Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke! 
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! 
Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?! 
(Knumskull) 
Damn I had a flash back 
this nigga frontin me some yay 
but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back. 
(Yukmouth) 
Nigga what if the cash jack? 
(Knumskull) 
Oh it's cool 
Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts. 
(Yukmouth) 
It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass 
(Knumskull) 
Eh you know what? 84th is the closest. 
(Yukmouth) 
Yup 
Oooh! 
a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this. 
(Knumskull) 
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk. 
(Yukmouth) 
Why you bring that skanless ass sack? 
(Knumskull) 
Man this shit ain't no punk. 
Here smell this. 
(Yukmouth) 
Roll it up then nigga! 
(Knumskull) 
Haha, yeah! 
(Yukmouth) 
Let's go half on some liquor 
yeah go get some Tango or something. 
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.) 
(Knumskull) 
Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing! 
(Sorry) 
(Knumskull) 
Man I spend wit you all the time. 
(Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine) 
(Knumskull) 
Aww fuck that! 
(Yukmouth) 
They didn't let you get the drank? 
(Get out my store!) 
(Knumskull) 
Man I ain't trippin. 

Chorus *(Mike Marshall)* 

I got five on it 
grab your 40 
let's get keyed 
I got five on it 
fuckin wit that Indo weed 
I got five on it 
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back 
I got five on it 
nigga lets go half on a sack. 

Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* 

I take a sack to the face 
whenever I can 
fuck a cruch 
I be smokin that shit 
til 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 
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in 
then 
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension 
cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free 
fuck that 
you betta bring your own shit cheif 
wassup 
don't babysit that 
you better pass the 
JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma 
crack a 40 open homie 
an guzzel it 
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley 
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O. 
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro 
an everytime we with Chris 
that nigga rollin up a fattie 
but the Tanqueray straight had me 
lit to the fullest extreme 
there was gettin no higher 
that shit had my chest on fire 
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight 
but I ain't fuckin wit that 
I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's 
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that 
I'm a lounge wit that 
nigga bring me a phat sack 
I don't know how to roll 
but I know how to SMOKE! 
I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke. 

*(chorus)* x2 
*(during chorus)* 

Whooo-weee! Baby-boy! 
Dayyyymn! 
I'm hella high. Damn. 
That's that indo. 
Dayyyymn! 
Only Oakland got that Doja like that. 
Only the Town nigga. 
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it. 
What you talking about? 
Pass that shit over here. 

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* 

Playa 
give me some brew an 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 enuff on it 
fuck wit the S the 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 
niggas all kick in like Shinobi 
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with 
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shit 
unless you pull out the phat crispy 
five dollar bill 
on the real before its history 
cuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungs 
an if you let 'em hit it for free 
you hella dum-du-dum-dum 
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe 
avoidin all the dick teasers 
skeezers and weirdos 
that be fuckin 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 nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy 
I got more growin pains than Maggie 
cuz niggas snag me 
to take the dank out of the baggie 

*(chorus fades out)*

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