Luniz - I Got 5 on It (Clean Weedless mix) lyrics

Creep on it, on it... See I'm ridin' high, high... Kinda broke it seem to y'all So all I got is five, I got five [Yukmouth] Playa, 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 enuff on it Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s Never the less I'm hella fresh rollin' joints like a cigarette So pa** 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 No, me ain't no homie to begin with It's too many heads to be poppin' it at my friend hit-bit Unless you pull out the phat crispy Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history Cause fools 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 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 pa** my bomb back s** up the dank like a slurpy, the serious Bomb will make a n***a go delirious Like Eddie Murphy. I got more growin' pains than Maggie Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie I got five on it, got it good Grab your 4-0, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got five on it *got it good* It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it Potna, let's go half on a sac [Numskull] I take sacks to the face whenever I can Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up so the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a hampa To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra 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 no, you better bring your own spliff, chief What's up, don't babysit that, better pa** the Joint, stop hittin', cause you know you got Asthma Crack the 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 everytime we with Chris that fool rollin' up a fattie But the Tanqueray straight had me I got five on it *got it good* Grab your 4-0, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got five on it *got it good* It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it *got it good* Potna, let's go half on a sac [Numskull] Ay, make this right, man, stop at the light, man My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train You fade, I face, so let's head to da 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 Cutla**, same ole' bucket Foggy windows, soggy Indo I'm in the land gettin' smoked with my kinfolk [Yukmouth] Been smoked - Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down Up in the OAK the Town, homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound Then ease up, speed up through the ESO Drink the VSOP up With a lemon squeezer And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia Hold up, s** up my weed is all you do Kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo I got five on it *got it good* Grab your 4-0, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got five on it *got it good* It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it *got it good* Potna, let's go half on a sac