מילים לשיר I Got 5 On It – Luniz

I got 5 on it, i got 5
whachyou got nigga?
well dats dat, fuck it
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga,
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 nigga need a tall can
open the door blood, nigga 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,
nigga follow 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 fuck them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the fuck wrong wit you,
damn i had a flash back,
this nigga fronted me some yay,
but you know that he aint gon'got his cash nigga,
man you know we aint got no tags on the cutless,
fuck this im puttin it in the cutless,
hey you know what 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga lets smoke this,
lets roll a blunt with the skunk,
why you bring this scandolous ass sac,
this shit aint no pump
hey lets go half on some liquor,
hmm smell this.roll it up then nigga,
hey go get some tango or something
(you got some ID?)
ohhh man shit i aint got nuthin
man i spend with you all the time
ohh fuck that maaan,
(sorry no ID, no colors i see blind)
(why dont you get of my store niggah)
man i aint trippin. grab your 40
I got 5 on it
let get keyed
i got 5 on it
fuckin with that endo weed
i got 5 on it
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now toke back
nigga lets go half on a sack i take a sack to the face,
i be smokin that shit till the joint be burnin my hand,
when ever i can, fuck a crutch
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,
i roll a joint that longer than your extention,
cuz ill be damn if you get high off me for free,
they gotta pitch in then,
fuck that you better bring your own shit G,
whats up dont babysit that,
you better pass the joint nigga 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 nigga rollin up fatty.
lit to the fullest extreme,
but the tangaray straight had me,
there was gettin no higher,
that shit had my chest on fire,
dru hill was swingin to the face straight,
but i aint fuckin 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,
i dont know how to roll,
nigga bring me a fat sack,
but i know how to smoke,
i think im gonna hit it til my ass choke, playa, bring me some brew , and im might just chill,
but im the type that like to light another joint like cypress hill,
spit loogies when i puff on it,
i steal doobies,
i got some bucks on it,
but in aint enough on it,
fuck with the Snevertheless im hella fresh,
rollin joints like a cigerette, (hit it)
so pass across the table like pingim gone,
beatin my chest like king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
niggas all kick in like shinobi,
when it comes to get another stogie
no he aint my homie to being with,
its to many heads to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
5 dollar bill on the real before its history,
unless you pull out the fat crispy,
cuz niggas be haven them vaccuum lungs,
and if you let'em hit for free,
you hella dumbavoiden all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
i come to school with a taylor on my earlobe,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my bong back,
suck up the dank like a slurpie,
yall be fuckin off the land, like where the bomb at,
this serious bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' pains than maggie,
'cause niggas nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie.