I Got 5 On It (reprise) Lyrics - Singles - Luniz

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I Got 5 On It (Reprise) 

Luniz 

Much like Bach's Goldberg Variations, the Luniz' album Operation Stackola begins and ends with the same song However, the "reprise" features a candid weed squabble in the 1stremember when $5... 

Creep on in 

See I'm riding high 

Kinda broke you see so all I got is 5 

I got 5 on it 

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K: I got 5 on it 

I got 5, what you got nigga? 

Y: Damn, I think I got 2 bucks in my sock, nigga 

K: Well that's that; fuck it! 

I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack 

Enough to get a phat sack 

Y: Hell yeah! 

K: You got some zags? 

Y: Not at all man 

K: Let's get some from the store 

Y: Fa sho, because a nigga need a tall can 

K: Damn, open the door, Blood 

Y: Nigga, where my keys at? 

K: I don't know 

Y: Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sack 

K: Oh, here they are in my sock 

Photos 

Y: Put your seatbelt on 

Cause there's hella cops parked up the block 

K: Well nigga bust a U-ie then 

Y: Nigga, fire up that doobie then 

K: Hell nah! 

Y: You major scand'lous, partna 

K: Well sue me then 

Y: Oh, be like that on a roach? 

K: Nope, look at them hoes! 

Y: Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoked! 

K: Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! 

Y: Whoa! What the fuck wrong with you?! 

K: Damn I had a flash back 

This nigga fronting me some yay 

But you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back 

Y: Nigga what if the cash jack? 

K: Oh it's cool 

Fuck this, I'm putting it in the cuts 

Y: It's bad enough he got no tags on the Cutlass 

K: Eh you know what? 84th is the closest 

Y: Yup. Oooh! A fat ass Tamp, nigga let's smoke this 

K: Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk 

Y: Why you bring that scand'lous-ass sack? 

K: Man this shit ain't no punk 

Here smell this 

Y: Roll it up then nigga! 

K: Haha, yeah! 

Y: Let's go half on some liquor 

Yeah go get some Tanquo or something 

(Eh, I got to see some I.D.) 

K: Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing! 

(Sorry) 

K: Man I spend with you all the time 

(Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo's Rossi Rine) 

K: Aw fuck that! 

Y: They didn't let you get the drank? 

(Get out my store!) 

K: Man, I ain't trippin 

I got 5 on it 

Grab your 40, let's get keyed 

I got 5 on it 

Fuckin with that Indo weed 

I got 5 on it 

It's got me stuck and I'm tore back 

I got 5 on it 

Nigga lets go half on a sack! 

I take a sack to the face whenever I can 

Fuck a crutch; I be smoking that shit 

Til the joint be burning my hand 

Next time I roll it in a Tampa 

To burn slow so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, brah 

Hoes want to 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 

Fuck that, you better bring your own shit chief 

Wassup, don't babysit that 

You better pass the joint 

Nigga 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 piss test for my P.O 

I know I failed cause I done smoked hella weed, bro 

An every time we with Chris 

That nigga rollin' up a fatty 

But the Tanqueray straight had me 

Lit to the fullest extreme 

There was getting no higher 

That shit had my chest on fire 

Dru Down was swigging to the face straight 

But I ain't fuckin with that 

I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's 

Bring me a bottle and I'm cool with that 

I'mma a lounge with 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 

Woo-wee! Baby-boy! 

I'm hella high, damn that's that indo 

Only Oakland got that Doja like that 

Only the town, nigga 

Eh man quit hogging up the joint, man you babysitting it 

What you talking about? 

Pass that shit over here 

Player, give me some brew and I might just chill 

But I'm the type that likes 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 enough on it 

Fuck with the S the T, I-D-E-S 

Nevertheless I'm hella fresh 

Rolling joints like a cigarette 

So pass it cross 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 get another stogie 

Niggas all kick in like Shinobi 

Nummy ain't my homie to begin with 

It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit shit 

Unless you pull out the phat crispy 

5 dollar bill on the real before its history 

Cause niggas 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 dick-teasers 

Skeezers and weirdos 

That be fuckin' off the land like "Where tha bomb at?" 

Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back 

Suck up the dank like a Slurpee 

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

I got more Growing Pains than Maggie 

Cause niggas nag me 

To take the dank out of the baggie