Chorus:

people in Oakland...Oakland

woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo

kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five



(Yukmouth)

player, give me some brew an I might just chill,

but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill

I'm steal doobies

spit loogies when I puff on it,

I got some bucks on it,

but it ain't enuff on it

go get the S-t. I-d-e-s

never the less,

I'm hella Fresh,

rollin joints like a cigarrette

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 a 40,

and when it comes to get another stogie,

fools all kick in like Shinobi

no, me ain't my homie to begin with,

it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it

unless you pull out the phat, crispy

five dollar bill on the real before its history

cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,

an if you let 'em hit it for free,

you hellar