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The Luniz - I Got 5 on It lyrics
Playa, 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 Beating my chest like King Kong, It's on Wrap my lips around the 40 And when it comes to gettin' another stogie, Fools all kick in like Shinobi Know me ain't my homie to begin with, There's too many heads to be poppin' that Let my friend hit bit Unless you pull out the fat crispy 5 dolla bill on the real before it's history Cuz fools be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let 'em hit it for free, You hella Dum-Du-Dum-Dum I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers and weirdos Got my throwin' off the land like where the bomb at? Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a slurpie The serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddy Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie Cuz homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggy [Chorus] I got 5 on it Grab your 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that indo weed I got 5 on it It's got me stuck and I'm tow back I got 5 on it Partna let's go half on a sac [Verse 2] I take shocks to the face Whenever I can Don't need no crutch I'm so keyed up till the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in the half-a To burn slopes So the ashes won't be burnin' in my hair, bra Hoochies can hit but they know they gotta pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cuz 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 You better pass the joint Stop hittin' cuz you know you got asthma Crack the 40 open homie and guzzle it Cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O. I know I failed cuz I don' smoked major weed bro And everytime we with Crisp that fool be rollin' up a fatty But the tagaray straight had me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ay make this right mayne Stop at this light mayne my yester night thang got me hung off the night train you fade, i face so let's head to da east hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets I wish I could fade the ache but I'm no budget, still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same 'ole bucket foggy windows, soggy Indo, I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk (1)been smoked, yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth) up in the OAK the Town homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound then eaz up, speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P. P up with the lemon squeeze up and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia hold up, suck up my weed as all you do kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-fo |
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