Creep on in, on in (echos)
 Woo.
 See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
 Whoooo!
 Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE
 I GOT FIVE!

 Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*

 (Knumskull)
 I Got Five On It
 I got five what you got nigga?
 (Yukmouth)
 Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga.
 (Knumskull)
 Well that's that
 fuck it
 I think I got three bucks in my backpack
 enough to get a phat sack.
 (Yukmouth)
 Hell yeah!
 (Knumskull)
 You got some zags?
 (Yukmouth)
 Not at all man.
 (Knumskull)
 Let's get some from the store.
 (Yukmouth)
 Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken.
 (Knumskull)
 Damn
 open the door blood.
 (Yukmouth)
 Nigga where my keys at?
 (Knumskull)
 I don't know?
 (Yukmouth)
 Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
 (Knumskull)
 Oh here they go in my sock.
 (Yukmouth)
 Put your seatbelt on
 cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
 (Knumskull)
 Well nigga bust a U-ey then.
 (Yukmouth)
 Nigga fire up that doobie then.
 (Knumskull)
 Hell nah!
 (Yukmouth)
 You major skanless potna.
 (Knumskull)
 Well sue me then.
 (Yukmouth)
 Oh, be like that on a roach?
 (Knumskull)
 Nope, look at them hoes!
 (Yukmouth)
 Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!
 Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
 Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?!
 (Knumskull)
 Damn I had a flash back
 this nigga frontin me some yay
 but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
 (Yukmouth)
 Nigga what if the cash jack?
 (Knumskull)
 Oh it's cool
 Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.
 (Yukmouth)
 It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass
 (Knumskull)
 Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
 (Yukmouth)
 Yup
 Oooh!
 a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this.
 (Knumskull)
 Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
 (Yukmouth)
 Why you bring that skanless ass sack?
 (Knumskull)
 Man this shit ain't no punk.
 Here smell this.
 (Yukmouth)
 Roll it up then nigga!
 (Knumskull)
 Haha, yeah!
 (Yukmouth)
 Let's go half on some liquor
 yeah go get some Tango or something.
 (Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
 (Knumskull)
 Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing!
 (Sorry)
 (Knumskull)
 Man I spend wit you all the time.
 (Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine)
 (Knumskull)
 Aww fuck that!
 (Yukmouth)
 They didn't let you get the drank?
 (Get out my store!)
 (Knumskull)
 Man I ain't trippin.

 Chorus *(Mike Marshall)*

 I got five on it
 grab your 40
 let's get keyed
 I got five on it
 fuckin wit that Indo weed
 I got five on it
 it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
 I got five on it
 nigga lets go half on a sack.

 Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

 I take a sack to the face
 whenever I can
 fuck a cruch
 I be smokin that shit
 til 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
 hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
 then
 I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
 cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
 fuck that
 you betta bring your own shit cheif
 wassup
 don't babysit that
 you better pass the
 JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
 crack a 40 open homie
 an guzzel it
 cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
 I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
 I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
 an everytime we with Chris
 that nigga rollin up a fattie
 but the Tanqueray straight had me
 lit to the fullest extreme
 there was gettin no higher
 that shit had my chest on fire
 Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
 but I ain't fuckin wit that
 I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's
 bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that
 I'm a lounge wit that
 nigga bring me a phat sack
 I don't know how to roll
 but I know how to SMOKE!
 I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke.

 *(chorus)* x2
 *(during chorus)*

 Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!
 Dayyyymn!
 I'm hella high. Damn.
 That's that indo.
 Dayyyymn!
 Only Oakland got that Doja like that.
 Only the Town nigga.
 Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
 What you talking about?
 Pass that shit over here.

 Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

 Playa
 give me some brew an I might just chill
 but I'm the type that like 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
 fuck wit 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
 niggas all kick in like Shinobi
 Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
 it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shit
 unless you pull out the phat crispy
 five dollar bill
 on the real before its history
 cuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungs
 an if you let 'em hit it for free
 you hella dum-du-dum-dum
 I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
 avoidin all the dick teasers
 skeezers and weirdos
 that be fuckin 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 nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy
 I got more growin pains than Maggie
 cuz niggas snag me
 to take the dank out of the baggie

 *(chorus fades out