I Got 5 On It Real Tv Clean Version Lyrics - Luniz

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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

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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 xxxx 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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