Luniz, Michael Marshall - I Got 5 On It

[00:04.14] Creep on in [00:09.32] Ayy, see I'm ridin' high, whoa [00:16.21] Kinda broke this evening, y'all [00:18.06] So all I got's five, I got five [00:21.76] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill [00:24.45] But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill [00:27.81] I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it [00:30.67] I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it [00:33.32] Go get the S, the T-I-D-E-S [00:35.69] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette [00:39.14] So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong [00:41.32] I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong [00:44.17] It's on, wrap my lips around the .40 [00:46.29] And when it comes to fetting another stogie [00:48.30] Fools all kick in like Shinobi [00:50.21] No, he ain't my homie to begin with [00:52.32] It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it bit [00:55.82] Unless you pull out the fat, crispy [00:58.00] Five dollar bill, on the real, before it's history [01:01.29] 'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs [01:03.06] And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb [01:06.46] I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe [01:08.94] Avoiding all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos [01:12.11] That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?" [01:14.77] Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back [01:17.42] Suck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious [01:20.02] Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy [01:23.04] I got more growing pains than Maggie [01:25.04] 'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie [01:27.61] I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let's get keyed [01:33.15] I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed [01:38.78] I got five on it (got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [01:44.23] I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack [01:49.16] I take sacks to the face [01:50.85] Whenever I can, don't need no crutch [01:53.09] I'm so keyed up 'til the joint be burning my hand [01:56.02] Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn slow [01:58.96] So the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh [02:01.67] Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in [02:04.05] Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension [02:07.06] 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free [02:09.90] Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief [02:12.67] What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint [02:15.64] Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma [02:18.10] Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it [02:20.57] 'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely [02:23.65] I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O [02:26.23] I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro [02:29.10] And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty [02:32.45] But the Tanqueray straight had me [02:34.21] I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let's get keyed [02:39.37] I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed [02:44.91] I got five on it (got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [02:50.46] I got five on it (got it, good), partner, let's go half on a sack [02:56.38] Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane [02:58.89] My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train [03:02.37] You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East [03:04.80] Hit the stroll to nine-oh, so we can roll big hashish [03:08.43] I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget [03:11.11] Still rollin' a two-door cutlass, same old bucket [03:13.71] Foggy windows, soggy Indo [03:15.98] I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk [03:18.20] I been smoked [03:18.95] Y'all get spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K the Town [03:22.45] Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound [03:24.75] Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O [03:27.35] Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up [03:30.58] And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller [03:32.72] That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja (woo-wee) [03:35.62] Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do [03:38.03] Kick in feed, 'cause where I bes we needs half, like Umfufu [03:40.48] I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let's get keyed [03:45.73] I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed [03:51.60] I got five on it (got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [03:57.12] I got five on it (got it, good), partner, let's go half on a sack [04:01.53]