Creep on in, on in, on in, on in See I'm ridin' high, woo Kinda broke this evening y'all So all I got is fire, I got fire 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 still do be spittin' loogies when I puff on it I got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it Go get the S-T-I-D-E-S Nevertheless I'm hella fresh rollin' joints like a cigarette So pass it across the table like ping pong I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong And some wrap my lips around the 40 And when it comes to gettin' another stogie Fools all kickin' like Shinobi Homie ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to beat, probably let my friend hip it 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 them eat it for free you hella dumb I come to school with a tailor on my earlobe Avoiding all the flick tees and skeezers and weirdos I be throwin' off the land like where the bomb at Give me two bucks you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a Slurpee The serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like Andy Murphy I got more born pains than Maggie Cause homie snagged me to take the dank out of the bag I got five on it I don't fall, let's get deep I got five on it Messin' with that Inouye I got five on it Got me stuck and I'm so bad I got five on it Kinda let's go half on a side I take sacks to the banks whenever I can Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up Till the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a half-up To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' in my hand, bruh Hoogies gettin' hit but they know they gotta pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free Hell no, you better bring your host to the chief What's up, don't babysit that, better pass the joint Stop hittin' cause you know you got asthma Crack the 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 feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty But the Tango Ray straight had me I got five on it I don't fall, let's get deep I got five on it Nothin' with that in the weed I got five on it I be stuck and I'm so bad I got five on it I'm the let's go half on the sound Ay, make this right, man Stop at the light, man My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hot sheets I wish I could fade to 8, but I'm no budget Still rollin' the 2, don't cut the same old bucket Foggy windows, soggy endo I'm in the land, gettin' smoked with my kit po I've been smoked, yeah, gotta spray a layer down Up in the O.A.K., the town Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound The keys up, speed up through the E.S.O. Drink the V.S.O.P. up with the lemon squeezer In everybody's throater, I'm the roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doughs, yeah Suck up my weed, it's all you do, kickin' feet Cause we're I.B.'s, we need to have like a foo-foo I got five on it, *** your four, let's get ye I got five on it, messin' with that endo weed I got five on it, got me stuck and I'm so bad I got five on it, partner, let's go have fun inside www.larryweaver.com