I Got 5 on It – Luniz

I Got 5 on It – Luniz

Nghệ sĩ: Luniz

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 People in Oakland, Oakland
 See I'm ridin' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
 Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five
 Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
 But I'm the type that like 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
 Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
 Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
 So pass it across 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 getting another stogie
 Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
 No, he ain't my homie to begin with
 It's too many hands to be poppin' up, let my friend hit it
 Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
 Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
 €˜Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
 And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
 I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
 Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
 That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
 Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bong back
 Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
 Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
 I got more growing pains than Maggie
 €˜Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
    
 I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
 I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
 I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
 I take sacks to the face whenever I can
 Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
 'Til the joint be burning my hand
 Next time I roll it in a hampa
 To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning 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 (hahaha)
 €Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
 Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
 What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
 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 gettin' lonely
 I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
 I know I failed, ‘cause I done smoked major weed, bro
 And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
 But the Tanqueray straight had me
    
 I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
 I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
 I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
 Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
 My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
 You fade, I face, so let's head to the East
 Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
 I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
 Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
 Foggy windows, soggy Indo
 I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
 Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you 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 squeeze up
 And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
 That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
 Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
 Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu
 I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
 I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
 I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
 I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack