歌手:Luniz
专辑:《Snoop Dogg Presents:The West Coast Blueprint 2010》

Intro: Michael Marshall
Creep on in, on in, on in
Whoa, see I'm ridin' high, whoa
Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five
Verse 1/Yukmouth:
Player, give me some brew and 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 enough on it
Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
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 the forty
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi.
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it, bit
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
S-uck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious
Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
Grab your four, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' with that Indo w-eed
I got five on it (got it, good)
It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it
Partner, let's go half on a sack
Verse 2/Numskull: I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can, don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the, joint
Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
'Cause I know the w-eed in my system is gettin' lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O
I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major w-eed, bro
And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me
Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
Grab your four, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' with that Indo w-eed
I got five on it (got it, good)
It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it
Partner, let's go half on a sack
Verse 3/Numskull: Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
Verse 4/Yukmouth: I been smoked
Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K, the Town
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Hold up, s-uck up my w-eed is all you do, Kick in feed
Cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu
Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good)
Grab your four, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' with that Indo w-eed
I got five on it (got it, good)
It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it
Partner, let's go half on a sack