I Got Five On It (reprise) lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : I Got Five On It (reprise)
 


Chorus

Creep 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 FIVE
I GOT FIVE!

Verse 1
*(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*

(Knumskull)
I
Got Five On It
I got five what you got
nigga?
(Yukmouth)
Damn I think I got two
bucks in my sock nigga.
(Knumskull)
Well
that's that
fuck it
I think I got three
bucks in my backpack
enough 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)
Damn
open
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 on
cuz 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 fuck them tricks,
nigga let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the
left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the fuck
wrong wit you?!
(Knumskull)
Damn I had a
flash back
this nigga frontin me some
yay
but you know that he ain't gonna get his
cash back.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga what if the
cash jack?
(Knumskull)
Oh it's cool
Fuck
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)
Yup
Oooh!
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
liquor
yeah 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 fuck
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 it
grab your 40
let's get
keyed
I got five on it
fuckin wit that Indo
weed
I got five on it
it's got me stuck and
I'm tore back
I got five on it
nigga lets
go half on a sack.

Verse 2
*(Knumskull)*

I take a sack to the
face
whenever I can
fuck a cruch
I be
smokin that shit
til 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
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to
pitch in
then
I roll a joint that's longer
than your extension
cuz I'll be damned if you
get high off me for free
fuck that
you
betta bring your own shit
cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you
better pass the
JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz
you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open
homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in
my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss
test for my P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done
smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with
Chris
that nigga rollin up a fattie
but the
Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest
extreme
there was gettin no higher
that
shit had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin
to the face straight
but I ain't fuckin wit
that
I think I'll stick to the crazy
8's
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit
that
I'm a lounge wit that
nigga bring me a
phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but 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)*

Playa
give me some brew an
I might just chill
but I'm the type that like
to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I
steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on
it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain't
enuff on it
fuck wit the S the 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
niggas all kick in
like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin
with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let
my friend hit shit
unless you pull out the
phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real
before its history
cuz niggas be havin' them
vaccum lungs
an if you let 'em hit it for
free
you hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to
school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin
all the dick teasers
skeezers and
weirdos
that be fuckin 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
nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more
growin pains than Maggie
cuz niggas snag
me
to take the dank out of the
baggie

*(chorus fades out)*