Creep on in.....
Woah, see I`m ridin high......woahoooh
Kinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5
[Yukmouth]
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
You know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill
But still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna 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, nevertheless
I`m hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes
So pass it across 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
Homie you don`t know me to begin with
There`s too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit`
Unless you pull out the fat crispy
five dollar bill on the real before it`s history
Cos fools be havin them vacuum lungs
and if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum
I come to school with a vaga on my earlobe
Fave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like Where the bomb at?
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the sack like a slurpy
I`m serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growin` Pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy
[Chorus]
I got 5 on it
Grab your 4 and 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 toe-back
I got 5 on it
Potna let`s go half on a sack
[Knumskull]
Check it out
I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don`t need no crutch
I`m so keyed up, til the greenery`s burnin my hand
Next time I roll it in a hamper
to burn slow, so the ashes won`t be burnin at my hair, bra
Hoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then
I roll stoge`s longer than your extension
Cos I`ll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief
Wassup? Don`t make me sip that, best ta pass the
CHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma
Crack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it
Cos I know the broccoli`s in my system gettin lonely
I gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I`ll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro
And everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties
but the Tanqueray straight had me
Chorus
[Knumskull]
Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn
My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face so let`s head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheap
I wish I could fade the eighth
but I`m low budget, still rollin the two-do` Cutlass, same ol` bucket
Foggy windows, drink in hand
In the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
[Yukmouth]
you ain`t know
Yuk`ll spray ya, lay ya down
Up in the O-A-K the Town
Homies don`t play around, we down to blaze a pound
Then eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O
Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up
in your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney
cos it`s the remedy like Hennessey
We fin` to be over mayn, I told ya
If you don`t got 5 on it you can`t get high on it
Chorus
