Creep on in, on in, on in
See I'm riding high
Kinda broke this evening y'all
So all I got's five, I got five
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 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, rollin' joints like a 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 the forty
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit it, bit
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free
You hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
Give me two bucks, you take a puff
And pass my bomb back
Suck up that dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
'Cause homies nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
I got five on it (got it, good)
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it (got it, good)
It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it
Partner, let's go half on a sack