Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
G
F
Oh, see I'm ridin' high, high, whoa
Kind of bummed to see me now,
E
see all I got is fire, I got fire
Am
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,
G
but it ain't enough on it
F
Go with the S to 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,
E
beatin' my chest like King Kong
Am
It's on, wrap my lips around the 40
And when it comes to
gettin' another story
Fools all kickin' like Shinobi
Know me ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to beat
G
F
Probably let my friend hit bit
Unless you pull out the Fat Crispy
Five dollar bill on the real
before it's history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
And if you let them eat it
Duh -dum -dum
I come to school with a tailor
Avoiding all the thick trees
Am
That be throwing off the land
like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks you take a puff
G
F
and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
This serious bomb will make
a niggie go delirious
Like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Cause homies nag me to take
Grab your phone, let's get keyed
I got five on it
G
Messin' with that indo weed
It's got me stuck and I'm too bagged
I got five on it
Partner, let's go out for a sag
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
Till the joint be burnin' my hand
F
Am
Next time I roll it in a hammer
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be
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
E
Hell naw, you better bring your own spliff,
chief
Am
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
F
I gotta take a whiz test to my P .O.
I know I feel,
cause I done smoked major weed,
And every time we with Chris,
that fool rollin' up a fatty
E
But the Tangaray straight had me
Grab your phone, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' with that Indo weed
G
F
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and I'm towed back
I got five on it
E
Why not let's go hop on a song?
Am
Ay, make this right, man
Stop at the light, man
My yesternight thang
Got me hung off the night train
You fade, I fade
So let's head to the east
Hit the stroll tonight
G
Oh, so we can roll with hot sheets
F
I wish I could fade at eight
But I'm no budget
Still rollin' the two
Don't cut the same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy endo
I'm in the land gettin' smoked
Yup, that's where you lay ya 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,
do the ESO, drink the VSO
G
F
Key up, put the lemon squeeze up,
in everybody's throat up
I'm the roller, that's quick to fold up,
blunt out of a bunch of sticky doughs,
yeah
Hold up, suck up my weed,
it's all you do, kick and feed
Cause we're IVs,
E
we need to act like a fool, fool
Am
I five on it, grab your phone,
let's get key
I got five on it,
G
messing with that, no weed
It's got me stuck and I throw back
I got five on it
E
Partner, let's go out for a sun
Grab your phone, let's get key
I got five on it
Messin' with that indo weed
G
F
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and I throw back
I got five on it
E
Partner, let's go out for a sun
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