Luniz – I Got 5 On It

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song lyrics by Luniz and this amazing music is titled “I Got 5 On It”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Operation Stackola’ and it was released in the year 1995.

 

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Lyrics

 

[Intro: Michael Marshall]

Creep on in, on in, on in (Whoa)

See I’m ridin’ high (Whoa)

Kinda broke this evening, y’all, so all I got’s five, I got five

 

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]

Player, 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 enough on it

Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S

Nevertheless, 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 the forty and when it comes to

Getting another stogie, fools all kick in like

Shinobi. No, he ain’t my homie to begin with

It’s too many heads to be poppin’ to let my friend hit it

Bit unless you pull out the fat, crispy

Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it’s history

‘Cause fools be havin’ them vacuum lungs

And if you let ’em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb

I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe

Avoiding all the dick 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 that dank like a Slurpee, the serious

Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy

I got more growing pains than Maggie

‘Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on it, messin’ with that Indo weed

I got five on it (got it, good), it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got five on it, partner, let’s go half on a sack

 

[Verse 2: Numskull]

I take sacks to the

Face whenever I can, don’t need no crutch

I’m so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand

Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn

Slow, so the ashes won’t be burning up my hand, bruh

Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in

Then I roll a joint that’s longer than your extension (hahaha)

‘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 pass the

Joint, stop hitting, ‘cause you know you got asthma

Crack a 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 every time we with Chris, that fool rollin’ up a

Fatty, but the Tanqueray straight had me

 

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it; grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on it; messin’ with that Indo weed

I got five on it; it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got five on it; partner, let’s go half on a sack

 

[Verse 3: Numskull]

Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane

My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train

You fade, I fade, 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 rollin’ a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket

Foggy windows, soggy Indo

I’m in the ‘land getting smoked with my kinfolk

 

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]

I been smoked

Yuk’ll spray ya, lay you 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 the roller

That’s quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja

Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do

Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu

 

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]

I got five on it; grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on it; messin’ with that Indo weed

I got five on it; it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got five on it; partner, let’s go half on a sack