5 On It

[Intro] Creep on it, on it, on it, on it Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five [Verse 1: Thai Lanotics] I call up my weed man, ask for a sack He got that A1, and that loud pack You want a big bag? It cost a rack That weed leave you smacked in the back of the lac Gotta put up my stash so, no one can find it Bring it back out so, Gary can grind it Tuck in my blunt One hit have you flippin' Can't feel my arms, goddamit I'm trippin! (Whoa) (Whoa) Floatin' in the bad Smoked out chick and I think she gives head But she ain't my main dame so it ain't the same Damn I'm so ashamed that my homie cuffed my flame But fish! Purple haze is my main dish My main bitch tasted good when we have a kiss She cool though (cool though), cuz she smoke too! If she rollin' with my team, shit I'll smoke you! Trippy kid, eye drops and some breath mints Trippy shit, I'll drop on my next hit Do work, OG with the purp! Make a munchie run, or a tree for dessert (yum!) Time ticking slow on my watch made by Casio (G-Shock) Home alone so I'm bakin' on my patio Bring more cheese so we can go another round You gonna need 5, but in my hometown- We call it pound! [Hook] I got five on it Grab your 40 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 not go back I got five on it Partner lets go half on a sac [Verse 2: Korede Gaston] (Check!) It's evident that we be the rhyming veterans And this herbal supplement I'm rollin is the medicine Embrace it! But shit I'll break it down to the basics But mad niggas hating just because they flow don't make sense Roll up the papers, pour out the Vodka These flows too ill so, where is the doctor? Way too legit, you can copy and mock us Let's just be real: It's nobody that can stop us! Three fly teenagers that are always kickin' sweet rhymes Everybody in here lookin' like they got the pink eye Rollin' round the hood with some dread-head street guys They holdin' the weed that'll get you ten feet high We buy four grams of that Pif (pif!) Smoke after smoke, going ham on the Spliff (spliff!) Walkin' up the strip, acting like intoxicated assholes! Keep the grass rolled, even if we on our last O! [Hook] [Verse 3: Thai Lanotics] Never catch me whine n' cryin' bout these hoes Always catch me wine n' dining, buying clothes A pack of tops and I'll be on the way Drop me a pound bill and I'll try to make your day Call your homies and you're asking what's the move 4:20 after school, let's hit the cut and smoke a doob Or two, fuck it get the whole pound Not five bucks, but five trucks of California Loud! Got a California sound, but I'm from the East Smokin' on Ali and the blunt has me beat Only weed song, that I really plan to make Even if it is the only way I'll get to cake The little engine that could is the little engine that would Tall standing, reprimanding, the little engine he stood Stand tall, cuz baby if you fall I won't catch you, I'm high, posted on the wall! [Hook]