Letra de I got 5 on it

[Chorus:]
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

[Yukmouth]
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 enuff on it
go get the S-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
fools all kick in like Shinobi
No he ain´t my homie to begin with
Theres too many heads to be poppin´ and let my friend hit
unless you pull out the phat crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before its history
cuz fools be havin them vacuum lung
and if you let em hit for free
you hella dum dum dum dum
I come to school with the tailor on my earlobe
avoiding all the dick teasers, skeezers and weirdos
Got me goin off the land like "Where the bomb at?"
Gimme 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my bong back
Suck up the dank like a slurpee
that serious bong will make a niggee go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
Cuz homies nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie

[Chorus:]
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 cannot go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sac

[Knumskull]
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
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
cos I´ll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin´ cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

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[Knumskull]
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 hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I´m low budget
still rollin´ a two door Cutlass same ole´ bucket
foggy windows,
smokin´ Indo,
I´m in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

[Yukmouth]
been smoked,
Yuk´ll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the OAK the Town
homies don´t play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the ESO,
drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
and everybody´s rolled up, I´m da roller
that´s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be´s we need tab like a foo-foo

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