Luniz I Got Five On It Lyrics

I Got Five On It Lyrics

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

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(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

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