Luniz - I Got Five On It Lyrics

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People in Oakland...Oakland

Woo see I'm ridin' higher and higher woo-oo

Kinda broke so ya know all I got's five I got five

[Verse 1: 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-a steal doobies

Spit loogies when I puff on it

I got some bucks on it

But it ain't enough on it

Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s

Nevertheless I'm hella fresh

Rolling joints like a cigarette

So pass it across the table like ping pong

I'm gone! Beating my chest like King Kong

It's on: wrap my lips around a 40

And when it comes to getting another stogie

Fools all kick in likes Shinobi

No he ain't my homie to begin with

It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it

Unless you pull out the fat crispy

5 dollar bill on the real before it's history

Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs

An if you let 'em hit it for free

You hella "dum-da-dum-dum"

I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe

Avoiding all the dickteasers skeezers and weirdos

That be blowing off the land like "where the bomb at?"

Give me two bucks You take a puff and pass my bomb back

Suck up the dank like a Sluree

The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy

I got more Growing Pains than Maggie

Cause homies nag me

To take the dank out of the baggie

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[Hook]

I got five on it

Grab your 40

Let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo weed

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and not go back

I got five on it

Partner lets go half on a sac

[Verse 2: Numskull]

I take sacks to the face

Whenever I can

Don't need no crutch

I'm so keyed up

'Til the joint be burnin' my hand

Next time I roll it in a hampa

To burn slow

So the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand bro

Hoochies can hit

But they know they got to pitch in

Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension

Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free

Hell no you better bring your own spliff chief

What's up don't babysit that

Better pass the joint!

Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma

Crack a 40 open homie and guzzle it

Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely

I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O

I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro

And every time we with Chris that fool rolling up a fatty

But the Tanqueray straight had me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Numskull]

Hey make this right man

Stop at the light man

My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train

You fade I face

So let's head to the east

Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish

I wish I could fade the eighth but I'm low budget

Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket

Foggy windows soggy Indoe

I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]

Been smoked

Yuk'll spray ya lay ya down

Up in the O-A-K the Town

Homies don't play around

We down to blaze a pound

Then ease up

Speed up through the E-S-O

Drink the V-S-O-P 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 sticky doja

Hold up suck up my weed is all you do

Kick in feed cause where I be we need half like um-foo-foo

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