t 5 On It_Luniz - The Best of Creep on it Yeah see I'm ridin' higher and higher Kinda broke so ya know all I gots 5 I got 5 Player give me some brew and I might just chill But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill I'm steal doobi

I Got 5 On It_Luniz - The Best of Creep on it Yeah see I'm ridin' higher and higher Kinda broke so ya know all I gots 5 I got 5 Player give me some brew and 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-the-T-I-D-E-S Never the less I'm hella fresh rollin' joints like the cigarette 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, me ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it Unless you pull out the phat crispy Five dollar bill on the real before its history 'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs An if you let 'em hit it for free you hella Dum-dum-dum-dum I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe Avoidin' all the thick teasers skeezers and weirdoes That be blowin' 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 nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie 'Cause homies 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' wit that Indo weed I got 5 on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got 5 on it Partna let's 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 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 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free Hell no you betta bring your own spliff chief Wassup don't babysit that better pass the joint Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya 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 P-O I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed bro An everytime we with Chris That fool rollin' up a fattie But the Tanqueray straight had me I got 5 on it Grab your 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got 5 on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got 5 on it Partna let's go half on a sac 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' Endo I'm in tha land gettin' smoked with my kinfolk been smoked 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 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 da roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky 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 I got 5 on it Grab your 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got 5 on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got 5 on it Partna let's go half on a sack