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[Intro]
Bbm9People in Oakland, OaklanBbm/Abd See I'm riGbmaj9din' higher and higher (woah-ohh) F#9#5/A Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five
[Verse 1]
Bbm9Player, give me some brew and I might just chill Bbm9But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill Bbm9I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it Bbm9I got some bucks on it, bBbm/Abut it ain't enough on it Gbmaj9Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s Gbmaj9Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette Gbmaj9So pass it across the table, like ping pong Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong Bbm9It's on, wrap my lips around a 40 Bbm9And when it comes to getting another stogie Bbm9Fools all kick in, like Shinobi Bbm9No, he ain't my homie to begin with Bbm9It's too many hands to be Bbm/Abpoppin' up, let my friend hit it Gbmaj9Unless you pull out the fat-crispy Gbmaj9Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history Gbmaj9€˜Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb Bbm9I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe Bbm9Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos Bbm9That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?" Bbm9Give me two bucks, you take a Bbm/Abpuff, and pass my bong back Gbmaj9Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb Gbmaj9Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy Gbmaj9I got more growing pains than Maggie Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A €˜Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
[Chorus]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 2]
Bbm9I take sacks to the face whenever I can Bbm9Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up Bbm9'Til the joint be burning my hand Bbm9Next time I roll it in a hampa Bbm9To burn slow, so the ashes won't be Bbm/Abburning up my hand, bruh Gbmaj9Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in Gbmaj9Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha) Gbmaj9€Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief Bbm9What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint Bbm9Stop hitting, €˜cause you know you got asthma Bbm9Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it Bbm9Cause I know the weed in my systemBbm/Ab is gettin' lonely Gbmaj9I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O Gbmaj9I know I failed, ‘cause I done smoked major weed, bro Gbmaj9And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty F#9#5/A But the Tanqueray straight had me
[Chorus]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 3: Numskull]
Bbm9Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane Bbm9My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train Bbm9You fade, I face, so let's head to the East Bbm9Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can Bbm/Abroll big hashish Gbmaj9I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget Gbmaj9Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket Gbmaj9Foggy windows, soggy Indo F#9#5/A I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Bbm9Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down Bbm9Up in the O-A-K, the Town Bbm9Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound Bbm9Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O Bbm9Drink the V-S-O-PBbm/Ab up with a lemon squeeze up Gbmaj9And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller Gbmaj9That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja Gbmaj9Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu
[Hook]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack