Luniz - I Got 5 On It Lyrics
ChorusCreep on in, on in (echos)Woo.See i'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)Whoooo!Kinda broke you see me, so all i got is fiveI got five!Verse 1 *(knumskull & yukmouth)*(knumskull)I got five on itI got five what you got nigga?(yukmouth)Damn i think i got two bucks in my sock nigga.(knumskull)Well that's that***** itI think i got three bucks in my backpackEnough to get a phat sack.(yukmouth)Hell yeah!(knumskull)You got some zags?(yukmouth)Not at all man.(knumskull)Let's get some from the store.(yukmouth)Fa sho, because a nigga need a tall ken.(knumskull)DamnOpen the door blood.(yukmouth)Nigga where my keys at?(knumskull)I don't know?(yukmouth)Remember i gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.(knumskull)Oh here they go in my sock.(yukmouth)Put your seatbelt onCuz there's hella cops parked up the block.(knumskull)Well nigga bust a u-ey then.(yukmouth)Nigga fire up that doobie then.(knumskull)Hell nah!(yukmouth)You major skanless potna.(knumskull)Well sue me then.(yukmouth)Oh, be like that on a roach?(knumskull)Nope, look at them hoes!(yukmouth)Man ***** them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!Whoa! what the ***** wrong wit you?!(knumskull)Damn i had a flash backThis nigga frontin me some yayBut you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.(yukmouth)Nigga what if the cash jack?(knumskull)Oh it's cool***** this, i'm puttin it in the cuts.(yukmouth)It's bad enough he got not tags on the cutlass(knumskull)Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.(yukmouth)YupOooh!A fat ass hamp, nigga let's smoke this.(knumskull)Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.(yukmouth)Why you bring that skanless ass sack?(knumskull)Man this shit ain't no punk.Here smell this.(yukmouth)Roll it up then nigga!(knumskull)Haha, yeah!(yukmouth)Let's go half on some liquorYeah go get some tango or something.(eh, i got to see some i.d.)(knumskull)Aww man, shit i ain't got nothing!(sorry)(knumskull)Man i spend wit you all the time.(sorry no i.d., no colors icy bine)(knumskull)Aww ***** that!(yukmouth)They didn't let you get the drank?(get out my store!)(knumskull)Man i ain't trippin.Chorus *(mike marshall)*I got five on itGrab your 40Let's get keyedI got five on it*****in wit that indo weedI got five on itIt's got me stuck and i'm tore backI got five on itNigga lets go half on a sack.Verse 2 *(knumskull)*I take a sack to the faceWhenever i can***** a cruchI be smokin that shitTil the joint be burnin my handNext time i roll it in a hampaTo burn sloSo the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, braHoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch inThenI roll a joint that's longer than your extensionCuz i'll be damned if you get high off me for free***** thatYou betta bring your own shit cheifWassupDon't babysit thatYou better pass theJoint! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthmaCrack a 40 open homieAn guzzel itCuz i know the weed in my system is gettin lonleyI gotta take a piss test for my p.o.I know i failed cuz i done smoked hella weed broAn everytime we with chrisThat nigga rollin up a fattieBut the tanqueray straight had meLit to the fullest extremeThere was gettin no higherThat shit had my chest on fireDru down was swiggin to the face straightBut i ain't *****in wit thatI think i'll stick to the crazy 8'sBring me a bottle and i'm cool wit thatI'm a lounge wit thatNigga bring me a phat sackI don't know how to rollBut i know how to smoke!I think i'm gonna hit it til my ass choke.*(chorus)* x2*(during chorus)*Whooo-weee! baby-boy!Dayyyymn!I'm hella high. damn.That's that indo.Dayyyymn!Only oakland got that doja like that.Only the town nigga.Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.What you talking about?Pass that shit over here.Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*PlayaGive me some brew an i might just chillBut i'm the type that like to light another joint like cypress hillI steal doobiesSpit loogies when i puff on itI got some bucks on itBut it ain't enuff on it***** wit the s the t, i-d-e-sNever the lessI'm hella freshRollin joints like a cigarretteSo pass it cross the table like ping pongI'm goneBeatin my chest like king kongIt's on,Wrap my lips around a 40And when it comes to get another stogieNiggas all kick in like shinobiNummy ain't my homie to begin withIt's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shitUnless you pull out the phat crispyFive dollar billOn the real before its historyCuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungsAn if you let 'em hit it for freeYou hella dum-du-dum-dumI come to school with the taylor on my earlobeAvoidin all the dick teasersSkeezers and weirdosThat be *****in off the land like where tha bomb at?Give me two bucksYou take a puffAnd pass my bomb backSuck up the dank like a slurpyThe seriousBomb will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphyI got more growin pains than maggieCuz niggas snag meTo take the dank out of the baggie*(chorus fades out)*
