I Got Five On It Lyrics - Luniz

Chorus: 

creep on it, on it, on it, on it 

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 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 enuff on it 

go get 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, 

fools all kick in like Shinobi 

Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with, 

it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit 

unless you pull out the fat, crispy 

five dollar bill on the real before its history 

causs fools be havin' them vaccum lungs, 

and if you let 'em hit it for free, 

you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum" 

I come to school with a 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 niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy 

I got more growin' pains than Maggie 

cause homies nag me, 

to take the dank out of the baggie 

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Chorus: 

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 IM TOW BACK 

I got five on it, 

PARTNA lets go half on a sac 

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(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, bruh 

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 naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif 

wassup, dont babysit that 

better pass the JOINT! 

stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma 

crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it, 

cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley 

I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O 

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

an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie, 

but the Tanqueray straight had me 

Chorus 

(Knumskull) 

hey, make this right mate 

stop at the light mate, 

my yester night thang got me hung off the night train 

you fade, I fade 

so let's head to da east 

hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies 

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

still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket 

foggy windows, 

soggy Indo, 

I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk 

(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 up with a lemon squeeza 

and everybody's blowed ahh, 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 fee, cause where I be's we need half like Unfoofoo