5 On It (Remixx)-Luniz

5 On It - 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 it's 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 Chorus: I got five on it, Grab your 40, Let's get keyed I got five on it, Messin' wit that Indo w**d 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 (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, don't 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 w**d 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 w**d 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 w**d is all you do Kick in fee, cause where I be's we need half like Unfoofoo