[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!