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Luniz – I Got 5 on it – 1995

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    Player, 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 enough on it
    Go get the S-T. I-D-E-S
    Never the less, I’m hella fresh
    Rollin’ joints like a cigarette
    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
    Fools all kick in like Shinobi
    No, he ain’t my homie to begin with
    It’s too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
    Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
    Five dollar bill on the real before it’s history
    ‘Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
    An’ if you let ’em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
    I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
    Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
    That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
    Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
    Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
    The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
    I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
    ‘Caus, e homie, snag me to take the dank out of the baggie

    I got five on it
    Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
    I got five on it
    It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
    I got five on it
    Partna, let’s go half on a sack

    I take sacks to the face
    Whenever I can
    Don’t need no crutch
    I’m so keyed up
    ‘Til 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 betta’ bring your own spliff, chief
    What’s up? Don’t babysit that
    Better pass the joint
    Stop hittin’ ’cause you know ya got Asthma
    Crack a 40 open, homie, an 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 every time we with Chris that fool rollin’ up a fattie
    But the Tanqueray straight had meI got five on it
    Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
    I got five on it
    It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
    I got five on it
    Partna, let’s go half on a sack

    Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man
    My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
    You fade, I face, so let’s head to the 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 rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
    Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
    I’m in the ‘land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

    I been smoked, Yuk’ll spray ya, lay ya down up in the O-A-K the Town
    Homies don’t play around we down to blaze a pound
    Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
    Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
    And everybody’s rolled up, I’m da roller
    That’s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
    Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
    Kick in feed, ’cause where I be’s, we need half like a foo-fooI got five on it
    Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it
    Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
    I got five on it
    It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
    I got five on it
    Partna, let’s go half on a sack

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