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
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 des
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
fivedollar 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 dumbdadumbdumb
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
suck 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
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 weed
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
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 weed 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 weed bro
and every time we with chris that fool rollin’ up a
fatty but the tanqueray straight had me
michael marshall
i got five on it grab your four let’s get keyed
i got five on it messin’ with that indo weed
i got five on it it’s got me stuck and i’m tore back
i got five on it partner let’s go half on a sack
numskull
ayy make this right mane stop at the light mane
my yesternight thing got me hung off the night train
you fade i fade so let’s head to the east
hit the stroll to 90 so we can roll big hashish
i wish i could fade the eighth but i’m low budget
still rollin’ a twodoor cutlass same old bucket
foggy windows soggy indo
i’m in the ‘land getting smoked with my kinfolk
4 yukmouth
i been smoked
yuk’ll spray ya lay you 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 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 suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed cause where i be we needs half like umfufu
michael marshall
i got five on it grab your four let’s get keyed
i got five on it messin’ with that indo weed
i got five on it it’s got me stuck and i’m tore back
i got five on it partner let’s go half on a sack
Artist: Luniz
Year: 1995
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 415