I Got 5 On It-Luniz

[00:00.000]Intro: Michael Marshall [00:04.163]People in Oakland, Oakland. [00:09.424]Whoa, see I'm ridin' high, whoa [00:16.114]Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five [00:21.052]Verse 1: Yukmouth [00:21.811]Player, give me some brew and I might just chill [00:24.262]But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill [00:27.712]I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it [00:30.424]I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it [00:33.221]Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S [00:35.570]Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette [00:38.792]So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong [00:41.274]I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong [00:44.052]It's on, wrap my lips around the forty [00:46.251]And when it comes to getting another stogie [00:48.225]Fools all kick in like Shinobi. [00:50.313]No, he ain't my homie to begin with [00:52.313]It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it, bit [00:55.252]Unless you pull out the fat, crispy [00:57.740]Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history [01:00.848]'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs [01:03.182]And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb [01:06.444]I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe [01:08.871]Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos [01:11.956]That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?" [01:14.551]Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back [01:17.303]S-uck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious [01:19.860]Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy [01:22.943]I got more growing pains than Maggie [01:24.781]'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie [01:27.024]Chorus: Michael Marshall [01:27.798]I got five on it (got it, good) [01:30.325]Grab your four, let's get keyed [01:32.934]I got five on it [01:35.714]Messin' with that Indo w-eed [01:38.407]I got five on it (got it, good) [01:41.218]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [01:43.982]I got five on it [01:46.638]Partner, let's go half on a sack [01:49.154]Verse 2/Numskull: I take sacks to the face [01:50.699]Whenever I can, don't need no crutch [01:52.937]I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand [01:55.699]Next time I roll it in a hampa [01:58.068]To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh [02:01.362]Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in [02:04.018]Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha) [02:06.910]'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free [02:09.751]Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief [02:12.323]What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the, joint [02:15.532]Stop hitting, 'cause you know you got asthma [02:17.970]Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it [02:20.596]'Cause I know the w-eed in my system is gettin' lonely [02:23.579]I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O [02:26.061]I know I failed, 'cause I done smoked major w-eed, bro [02:28.866]And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty [02:32.371]But the Tanqueray straight had me [02:34.044]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good) [02:36.421]Grab your four, let's get keyed [02:39.193]I got five on it [02:41.962]Messin' with that Indo w-eed [02:44.776]I got five on it (got it, good) [02:47.427]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [02:50.042]I got five on it [02:52.970]Partner, let's go half on a sack [02:56.279]Verse 3/Numskull: Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane [02:59.105]My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train [03:02.013]You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East [03:04.501]Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish [03:07.397]I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget [03:10.962]Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket [03:13.427]Foggy windows, soggy Indo [03:15.313]I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk [03:18.015]Verse 4/Yukmouth: I been smoked [03:18.895]Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K [03:21.235]The Town, homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound [03:24.356]Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O [03:26.662]Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up [03:29.833]And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller [03:32.144]That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja [03:35.215]Hold up, s-uck up my w-eed is all you do, kick in feed [03:38.096]'Cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu [03:40.248]Chorus/Michael Marshall: I got five on it (got it, good) [03:42.737]Grab your four, let's get keyed [03:45.419]I got five on it [03:48.114]Messin' with that Indo w-eed [03:50.694]I got five on it (got it, good) [03:53.654]It's got me stuck, and I'm tore back [03:56.301]I got five on it [03:59.143]Partner, let's go half on a sack