I got five on it, I got five, what you got nigga? Damn, I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga Well that's that, fuck it, I think I got three bucks in my backpack enough to get a fat sack You got some zags? Not at all man Let's get some from the store For sure, because a nigga need a tall camp Damn, open the door blood Nigga, where my keys at? Damn, but I gave them to you to get that weed sack Oh, here they go with my sock Hey, put your seatbelt on, cause there's hella cops parked up the block Well nigga, bust a U-E then Nigga, fire up that doobie then Hell nah You may just scan this pineapple Aw, we like that on the road? Nope, look at them hoes Man, fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoked Pass the doobie to the left, B-D-bomb-bomb-boom Oh, what the fuck wrong with you? Damn, I had a flashback This nigga fronted me some yay But you know that he ain't gon' get his cash back Nigga, what if the feds jack? Fuck this, I'm putting it in the cut You know we got no tags on the cut list Hey, you know what? 84 is the closest A fat ass hat, nigga let's smoke this Let's roll up blunt with the skunk While you bring the skunk, let's have some Man, this shit ain't no punk, root, smell this Roll that up then, nigga Just a macka, let's go half on some liquor Yeah, aye, go get some tango or something Well, you got some on my ear? Aw, man, shit, I ain't got nothing Man, I spend with y'all a ton Cause I ain't no ID, no colors, I see right Aw, fuck that, man I didn't let you get out my state Man, I ain't trippin' I got five on it Grab your four, let's get key I got five on it Fuckin' with that indoor weed I got five on it Got me stuck and off your back I got five on it Nigga, let's go half on some I take a sack to the face whenever I can Fuck a crutch, I be smokin' that shit Till the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in the timber To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh Hoes wanna hit, but they know they gotta pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cause I be damned if you got high off me for free Fuck that, you better bring your own shit, G What's up, don't babysit that, you better pass the Joint, nigga, stop hittin' cause you know you got asthma Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a piss test to my P.O. I know I feel cause I done smoked hella weed, bro And every time we with Chris, that nigga rollin' up a bag Cause the Tango Ray straight had me lit to the fullest extreme That was gettin' Ohio, that shit had my chest on fire Drew Dewey swiggin' to the face straight But I ain't fuckin' with that, I think I'll stick to the Crazy H Bring me a bottle when I'm cool with that I'ma lounge with that, nigga, bring me a fat sack I don't know how to roll, but I know how to smoke I think I'm gonna hit it till my ass choke Come on, baby boy Oh, hell nah, nigga Damn, that's that dojo You know, only Oakland got that dojo like that, only the town, nigga Hey, man, you hoggin' up the Joint, man, you babysit, nigga What you talkin' about? Player, give me some brew and I might just chill But I'm the type to light the light of the 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 Fuck with the S, the T-I-D-E-S Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette So pass across the table like ping pong I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong It's on, wrap my lips around the phony And when it comes to gettin' another stogie Niggas all kickin' like Shinobi Know me ain't my homie to begin with It's too many years to be poppin' out at my friend and shit Unless you pull out the Fat Crispy Five-dollar bill on the real before it's history Cause niggas be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let him in for free, you hella dumb I come to school with a tailor on my earlobe Avoiding all the dictators, skizzers, and widows That be fuckin' 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 nigga go delirious like Eddie Murphy I got more growing pains than Maggie Cause niggas snag me, they take the dank out of the baggie