I Got 5 On It-Luniz

Album by: Operation Stackola Artist by: Luniz Chorus Creep on in, on in (echos) Woo. See i＇m ridin high, ridin high (echos) Whoooo! Kinda broke you see me, so all i got is five I got five! Verse 1 *(knumskull & yukmouth)* (knumskull) I got five on it I got five what you got ni**a? (yukmouth) Damn i think i got two bucks in my sock ni**a. (knumskull) Well that＇s that F**k it I think i got three bucks in my backpack Enough to get a phat sack. (yukmouth) Hell yeah! (knumskull) You got some zags? (yukmouth) Not at all man. (knumskull) Let＇s get some from the store. (yukmouth) Fa sho, because a ni**a need a tall ken. (knumskull) Damn Open the door blood. (yukmouth) Ni**a where my keys at? (knumskull) I don＇t know? (yukmouth) Remember i gave ＇em to you to go get that w**d sack. (knumskull) Oh here they go in my sock. (yukmouth) Put your seatbelt on Cuz there＇s hella cops parked up the block. (knumskull) Well ni**a bust a u-ey then. (yukmouth) Ni**a fire up that doobie then. (knumskull) Hell nah! (yukmouth) You major skanless potna. (knumskull) Well sue me then. (yukmouth) Oh, be like that on a roach? (knumskull) Nope, look at them hoes! (yukmouth) Man f**k them tricks, ni**a let＇s get smoke! Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! Whoa! what the f**k wrong wit you?! (knumskull) Damn i had a flash back This ni**a frontin me some yay But you know that he ain＇t gonna get his cash back. (yukmouth) Ni**a what if the cash jack? (knumskull) Oh it＇s cool F**k this, i＇m puttin it in the cuts. (yukmouth) It＇s bad enough he got not tags on the cutlass (knumskull) Eh you know what? 84th is the closest. (yukmouth) Yup Oooh! A fat a** hamp, ni**a let＇s smoke this. (knumskull) Let＇s roll a blunt wit the skunk. (yukmouth) Why you bring that skanless a** sack? (knumskull) Man this sh*t ain＇t no punk. Here smell this. (yukmouth) Roll it up then ni**a! (knumskull) Haha, yeah! (yukmouth) Let＇s go half on some liquor Yeah go get some tango or something. (eh, i got to see some i.d.) (knumskull) Aww man, sh*t i ain＇t got nothing! (sorry) (knumskull) Man i spend wit you all the time. (sorry no i.d., no colors icy bine) (knumskull) Aww f**k that! (yukmouth) They didn＇t let you get the drank? (get out my store!) (knumskull) Man i ain＇t trippin. Chorus *(mike marshall)* I got five on it Grab your 40 Let＇s get keyed I got five on it F**kin wit that indo w**d I got five on it It＇s got me stuck and i＇m tore back I got five on it Ni**a lets go half on a sack. Verse 2 *(knumskull)* I take a sack to the face Whenever i can F**k a cruch I be smokin that sh*t Til 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, bra Hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in Then I roll a joint that＇s longer than your extension Cuz i＇ll be damned if you get high off me for free F**k that You betta bring your own sh*t cheif Wassup Don＇t babysit that You better pass the Joint! ni**a stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma Crack a 40 open homie An guzzel it Cuz i know the w**d in my system is gettin lonley I gotta take a piss test for my p.o. I know i failed cuz i done smoked hella w**d bro An everytime we with chris That ni**a rollin up a fattie But the tanqueray straight had me Lit to the fullest extreme There was gettin no higher That sh*t had my chest on fire Dru down was swiggin to the face straight But i ain＇t f**kin wit that I think i＇ll stick to the crazy 8＇s Bring me a bottle and i＇m cool wit that I＇m a lounge wit that Ni**a 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 a** choke. *(chorus)* x2 *(during chorus)* Whooo-weee! baby-boy! Dayyyymn! I＇m hella high. damn. That＇s that indo. Dayyyymn! Only oakland got that doja like that. Only the town ni**a. Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it. What you talking about? Pass that sh*t over here. Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* Playa Give me some brew an 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 enuff on it F**k wit 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 *s all kick in like shinobi Nummy ain＇t my homie to begin with It＇s too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit sh*t Unless you pull out the phat crispy Five dollar bill On the real before its history Cuz *s be havin＇ them vaccum lungs An if you let ＇em hit it for free You hella dum-du-dum-dum I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe Avoidin all the dick teasers Skeezers and weirdos That be f**kin 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 ni**a go delirous like eddie murphy I got more growin pains than maggie Cuz *s snag me To take the dank out of the baggie *(chorus fades out)*