people in Oakland...Oakland
 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 like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
 I'm 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 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
 no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
 it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it
 unless you pull out the phat, crispy
 five dollar bill on the real before its history
 cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
 an if you let 'em hit it for free,
 you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
 I come to school with the 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 nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
 I got more growin' pains than Maggie
 cos homies nag me,
 to take the dank out of the baggie

 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 not go back
 I got five on it,
 potna 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, bra
 hoochies can hit,
 but they know they got to pitch in,
 then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
 cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
 hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
 wassup,
 don't make me sip that,
 better pass the
 JOINT!
 stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
 crack a 40 open, homie,
 an guzzel it,
 cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
 I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
 I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
 an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
 but the Tanqueray straight had me

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 (Knumskull)
 hey, make this right man
 stop at the light man,
 my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
 you fade, I face
 so let's head to da east
 hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
 I wish I could fade the eighth
 but I've no budget,
 still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
 foggy windows,
 smokin' Indo,
 I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

 (Yukmouth)
 been smoked,
 Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
 up in the OAK the Town
 homies don't play around,
 we down to blaze a pound
 then ease up,
 speed up through the ESO,
 drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
 and everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
 that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
 hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
 kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

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