I Got 5 On It Lyrics - Operation Stackola - Luniz

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 

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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