Luniz

Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Original) lyrics

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Creep On In, On In 

Woo. 

See I'm Ridin High, Ridin High 

Whoooo! 

Kinda Broke You See Me, So All I Got Is Five 

I Got Five! 







I Got Five On It 

I Got Five What You Got Nigga? 



Damn I Think I Got Two Bucks In My Sock Nigga. 



Well That's That 

Fuck It 

I Think I Got Three Bucks In My Backpack 

Enough To Get A Phat Sack. 



Hell Yeah! 



You Got Some Zags? 



Not At All Man. 



Let's Get Some From The Store. 



Fa Sho, Because A Nigga Need A Tall Ken. 



Damn 

Open The Door Blood. 



Nigga Where My Keys At? 



I Don't Know? 



Remember I Gave 'em To You To Go Get That Weed Sack. 



Oh Here They Go In My Sock. 



Put Your Seatbelt On 

Cuz There's Hella Cops Parked Up The Block. 



Well Nigga Bust A U-Ey Then. 



Nigga Fire Up That Doobie Then. 



Hell Nah! 



You Major Skanless Potna. 



Well Sue Me Then. 



Oh, Be Like That On A Roach? 



Nope, Look At Them Hoes! 



Man Fuck Them Tricks, Nigga Let's Get Smoke! 

Pass The Doobie To The Left Biddy-Bum-Bum-Boo! 

Whoa! What The Fuck Wrong Wit You?! 



Damn I Had A Flash Back 

This Nigga Frontin Me Some Yay 

But You Know That He Ain't Gonna Get His Cash Back. 



Nigga What If The Cash Jack? 



Oh It's Cool 

Fuck This, I'm Puttin It In The Cuts. 



It's Bad Enough He Got Not Tags On The Cutlass 



Eh You Know What? 84th Is The Closest. 



Yup 

Oooh! 

A Fat Ass Hamp, Nigga Let's Smoke This. 



Let's Roll A Blunt Wit The Skunk. 



Why You Bring That Skanless Ass Sack? 



Man This Shit Ain't No Punk. 

Here Smell This. 



Roll It Up Then Nigga! 



Haha, Yeah! 



Let's Go Half On Some Liquor 

Yeah Go Get Some Tango Or Something. 

(Eh, I Got To See Some I.D.) 



Aww Man, Shit I Ain't Got Nothing! 

(Sorry) 



Man I Spend Wit You All The Time. 

(Sorry No I.D., No Colors Icy Bine) 



Aww Fuck That! 



They Didn't Let You Get The Drank? 

(Get Out My Store!) 



Man I Ain't Trippin. 





I Got Five On It 

Grab Your 40 

Let's Get Keyed 

I Got Five On It 

Fuckin Wit That Indo Weed 

I Got Five On It 

It's Got Me Stuck And I'm Tore Back 

I Got Five On It 

Nigga Lets Go Half On A Sack. 





I Take A Sack To The Face 

Whenever I Can 

Fuck A Cruch 

I Be Smokin That Shit 

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 

Fuck That 

You Betta Bring Your Own Shit Cheif 

Wassup 

Don't Babysit That 

You Better Pass The 

Joint! Nigga Stop Hittin Cuz You Know Ya Got Asthma 

Crack A 40 Open Homie 

An Guzzel It 

Cuz I Know The Weed 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 Weed Bro 

An Everytime We With Chris 

That Nigga Rollin Up A Fattie 

But The Tanqueray Straight Had Me 

Lit To The Fullest Extreme 

There Was Gettin No Higher 

That Shit Had My Chest On Fire 

Dru Down Was Swiggin To The Face Straight 

But I Ain't Fuckin 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 

Nigga 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 Ass Choke. 









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 Nigga. 

Eh Man Quit Hoggin Up The Joint, Man You Baby Sittin It. 

What You Talking About? 

Pass That Shit Over Here. 





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 

Fuck 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 

Niggas 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 Shit 

Unless You Pull Out The Phat Crispy 

Five Dollar Bill 

On The Real Before Its History 

Cuz Niggas 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 Fuckin 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 Nigga Go Delirous Like Eddie Murphy 

I Got More Growin Pains Than Maggie 

Cuz Niggas Snag Me 

To Take The Dank Out Of The Baggie 













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