Luniz - I got 5 on it full lyrics

Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five whachyou got n***a? damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock n***a, well dats dat, f** it i think i got 3 bucks in my back pack enough to get a fat sack you got some zags? not at all man. let get some from the sto fo sho because a n***a need a tall can open the door blood, n***a where my keys at? oh no i gave them to you get get that weed sac, oh here they go, wit my sock hey put your seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block, well nigaa bust a uey then, n***a fire up dat doobie den, hell naw, you made it scandolous partnah, well sue me then, ohh we like that on a roach, nope look at them hoes, man f** them tricks n***a lets get smoked, pa** the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom, whoa what the f** wrong wit you, damn i had a flash back, this n***a fronted me some yay, but you know that he aint gon'got his cash back, f** this im puttin it in the cutless, man you know we aint got no tags on the cutless, hey you know what 84th is the closest, a fat a** half n***a lets smoke this, lets roll a blunt with the skunk, why you bring this scandolous a** sac, this sh** aint no pump hmm smell this............roll it up then n***a, hey lets go half on some liquor, hey go get some tango or something (you got some ID?) ohhh man sh** i aint got nuthin man i spend with you all the time (sorry no ID, no colors i see blind) ohh f** that maaan, (why dont you get of my store n***ah) man i aint trippin. I got 5 on it grab your 40 let get keyed i got 5 on it f**in with that endo weed i got 5 on it got me stuck and now toke back i got 5 on it n***a lets go half on a sack i take a sack to the face, when ever i can, f** a crutch i be smokin that sh** till the joint be burnin my hand, next time im rollin in the tamba, to burn slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my hand bro, hoes wanna hit but they know, they gotta pitch in then, i roll a joint that longer than your extention, cuz ill be damn if you get high off me for free, f** that you better bring your own sh** G, whats up dont babysit that, you better pa** the joint n***a stop hittin, cuz you know you got asthma, crack the 40 open homie and guzzel it, cuz i know the weed in my system is gettin lonley, i gotta take a piss test to my P.O. i know i'll fail cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro, and every time we with chris that n***a rollin up fatty..... but the tangaray straight had me, lit to the fullest extreme, there was gettin no higher, that sh** had my chest on fire, dru hill was swingin to the face straight, but i aint f**in with that, i think ill stick to the crazy 8's, bring me a bottle and im cool wit that, im'a lounge with that, n***a bring me a fat sack, i dont know how to roll, but i know how to smoke, i think im gonna hit it til my a** choke, chorus playa, bring me some brew , and im might just chill, but im 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 in aint enough on it, f** with the S-T-D-I-D-E-S, nevertheless im hella fresh, rollin joints like a cigerette, (hit it) so pa** across the table like ping-pong, im gone, beatin my chest like king kong, its on, wrap my lips around a 40, when it comes to get another stogie n***as all kick in like shinobi, no he aint my homie to begin with, its to many heads to be poppin at my friend, hit sh**, unless you pull out the fat crispy, 5 dollar bill on the real before its history, cuz n***as be haven them vaccuum lungs, and if you let'em hit for free, you hella dumb-duh-dumb-dumb. i come to school with a taylor on my earlobe, avoiden all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos, yall be f**in off the land, like where the bomb at, gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pa** my bong back, s** up the dank like a slurpie, this serious bong will make a n***a go delirous like eddie murphy, i got more growin' pains than maggie, 'cause n***as nag me, to take the dank out of the baggie Chorus