Luniz - I Got 5 On It

[00:03.81] Creep on in, on in, on in [00:09.84] See I'm riding high [00:15.52] Kinda broke this evening y'all [00:18.27] So all I got's five, I got five [00:21.81] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill [00:24.25] But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill [00:27.78] I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it [00:30.43] I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it [00:33.19] Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S [00:35.35] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette [00:38.66] So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong [00:41.11] I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong [00:43.88] It's on, wrap my lips around the forty [00:45.97] And when it comes to getting another stogie [00:48.09] Fools all kick in like Shinobi [00:50.31] No, he ain't my homie to begin with [00:52.30] It's too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit it, bit [00:55.52] Unless you pull out the fat, crispy [00:57.79] Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history [01:01.06] 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs [01:03.12] And if you let 'em hit it for free [01:04.63] You hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb [01:06.35] I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe [01:08.80] Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos [01:12.01] That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?" [01:14.35] Give me two bucks, you take a puff [01:16.10] And pass my bomb back [01:17.44] Suck up that dank like a Slurpee [01:19.12] The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy [01:22.67] I got more growing pains than Maggie [01:24.91] 'Cause homies nag me [01:26.33] To take the dank out of the baggie [01:27.82] I got five on it (got it, good) [01:30.43] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [01:32.81] I got five on it [01:35.44] Messing with that Indo weed [01:38.48] I got five on it (got it, good) [01:41.20] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [01:43.98] I got five on it [01:46.68] Partner, let's go half on a sack [01:49.65] I take sacks to the face whenever I can [01:51.74] Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up [01:54.19] 'Til the joint be burning my hand [01:56.04] Next time I roll it in a hampa [01:57.71] To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh [02:01.29] Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in [02:03.95] Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha) [02:06.92] 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free [02:09.42] Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief [02:12.45] What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint [02:15.49] Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma [02:18.04] Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it [02:20.58] 'Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely [02:23.34] I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O [02:26.04] I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro [02:28.79] And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty [02:32.19] But the Tanqueray straight had me [02:34.26] I got five on it [02:36.44] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [02:39.12] I got five on it [02:41.83] Messing with that Indo weed [02:44.76] I got five on it [02:47.45] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [02:50.15] I got five on it [02:52.90] Partner, let's go half on a sack [02:56.26] Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane [02:59.20] My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train [03:02.19] You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East [03:04.56] Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish [03:07.48] I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget [03:10.97] Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket [03:13.32] Foggy windows, soggy Indo [03:15.42] I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk [03:18.17] Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down [03:20.56] Up in the O-A-K, the Town [03:22.14] Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound [03:24.26] Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O [03:26.71] Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up [03:29.96] And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller [03:32.28] That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja [03:35.16] Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do [03:37.55] Kick in feed, 'cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu [03:40.33] I got five on it [03:42.64] Grab your 40, let's get keyed [03:45.30] I got five on it [03:48.18] Messing with that Indo weed [03:50.74] I got five on it [03:53.69] It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [03:56.33] I got five on it [03:59.18] Partner, let's go half on a sack [04:02.61]