Keep on it, on it, on it See I'm ridin' high, whoa Kinda broke the same in y'all, so all I got is fire, I got fire 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 still do be spittin' loogies when I 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, rollin' joints like a cigarette So pass it across the table like ping pong, I'm gone Beatin' my chest like King Kong, it's on Wrap my lips around the 40, and when it comes to gettin' another stogie Fools all kickin' like Shinobi Know me ain't my homie to begin with, it's too many heads to beat Probably let my friend hit bit, unless you pull out the Fat Crispy Five dollar bill on the real before it's history Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let him hit it for free, you hella dumb I come to school with a tailor on my heel, though Avoiding all the flick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos Now be throwin' off the land like where the bomb at Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a Slurpee, the serious Bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Andy Murphy I got more growing pains than Maggie Cause homies snag me, to take the dank out of the baggie I got vibe on it, I don't fall, let's get keys I got vibe on it, messin' with that Inouye I got vibe on it, it's got me stuck and I'm so bad I got vibe on it, tryna let's go have fun inside I take sacks to the banks 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 half-up to burn slow So the ashes won't be burnin' in my hand, bruh Hoogies get hit, but they know they gotta 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 better bring your Osler cheap What's up, don't babysit that, better pass the joint Stop hittin' cause you know you got asthma Crack the foldy 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 feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty But the Tanqueray straight had me I got vibe on it, I don't fall, let's get keys I got vibe on it, messin' with that Inouye I got vibe on it, can't be stuck and I'm so bad I got vibe on it, thunder, let's go half on the sound Ay, make this right, man, stop at the light, man My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east Hit the strode to 9-0 so we can roll big hot sheets I wish I could fade to 8, but I'm no budget Still rollin' the 2, don't cut the same old bucket Foggy windows, soggy endo I'm in the land, gettin' smoked with my kit po I've been smoked, yeah, got Sprayer layin' down Up in the O.A.K., the town Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound The keys up, speed up through the E.S.O. Drink the V.S.O.P. up, whip the lemon squeeze up And everybody's throat up, I'm the roller That's quick to fold up, blunt out of a bunch of sticky doughs, yeah Hold up, suck up my weed, it's all you need, kickin' feet Cause we're I.B.'s, we need to have like a poo-poo I got 5 on it, grab your 4, let's get ye I got 5 on it, messin' with that endo weed I got 5 on it, it's got me stuck and I'm so bad I got 5 on it, partner, let's go have fun inside I got 5 on it, yeah