I Got Five On It (reprise) Lyrics

I Got Five On It (reprise) lyrics

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)*