I Got 5 On It lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : I Got 5 On It



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I Got 5 On It
Luniz
Album: Operation
Stackola


1-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

(VERSE
1)
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 the
vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for
free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come
to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin
all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I
be blowin up the land like where tha bomb
at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff, and
pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a
slurpy the serious bomb
will make a nigge go
delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin
pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to
take the dank out of the baggie


1-I
got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get
keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that
Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me
stuck and not go back
I got five on
it,
potna lets go half on a sack

(VERSE
2)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I
can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed
up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next
time I roll it in a hampa (slang for hav-a-tampa
cigars)
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be
burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can
hit,
but they know they got to pitch
in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than
your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get
high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring
your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me
sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop
hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40
open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed
in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a
whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I
done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we
with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but
the Tanqueray straight had me
(repeat
1)

(VERSE 3)
(2)hey, make this right
man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night
thang got me hung off the night train
you fade,
i face
so let's head to da east
hit the
stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I
wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no
budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same
'ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy Indo,
I'm
in tha land gettin smoked wit my
kinfolk
(1)been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer
lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the
OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we
down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up
through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with
the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled
up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt
out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up
my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause
where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
(rpt
1)





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