I Got Five On It lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : I Got Five On It



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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 "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come
to school with the taylor on my
earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers,
skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off 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

Chorus:
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 sac

(Knumskull)
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
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 naw, you betta bring
your own spliff, cheif
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 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

Chorus

(Knumskull)
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
eighth
but I've no budget,
still rollin' a
two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy
windows,
smokin' Indo,
I'm in tha land
gettin smoked wit my
kinfolk

(Yukmouth)
been
smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in
the OAK the Town
homies don't play
around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease
up,
speed up through the ESO,
drink the
VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
and everybody's
rolled up, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold
a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up,
suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed,
cause where I be's we need tab like a
foo-foo

Chorus