Chorus:
creep on it, on it, on it, on it
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five
(Yukmouth)
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that likes 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 enuff on it
go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
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
Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
unless you pull out the fat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
causs fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
and if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
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 niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cause homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie
Chorus:
Chorus:
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and IM TOW BACK
I got five on it,
PARTNA lets go half on a sac
(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
don't need no cruch 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, bruh
hoochies can hit, but they know theyI heard the bells
I heard them ring
The morning mist is always colder
From the sea breeze screaming in
And we'll appreciate this haven
The comfort is so kind
But the air rips when a voice calls out my name
Every hour, every stare is burning deep inside of me
Pry my eyes to stay awake
Yes I know it
Don't wanna show it
The closest thing that comes to mind
We'll walk today and tommorow
Sing again our sorrow
Try to keep this grin when the fun is getting thin
Circus in the classroom
Singing Men at Work tunes
Keep up the laughter when fun shrinks thin
On my own now I'm scared
All alone now I'm afraid to know
I'm stuck being old for good
Time to leave the neighborhood
Grow old and get a school degree
It sounds so good but that's not me
Remeber those dreams on the walk home
Someday we'll finally tour the open road
We'll leave you here
And stop the weight from hanging on
We'll walk today and tommorow
Sing again our sorrow
Try to keep this grin when the fun is getting thin
Circus in the classroom
Singing Men at Work tunes
Keep up the laughter when fun shrinks thin