LuNiz I've Got Five On It Lyrics

Luniz - I got five on it

Creep on in, on in, on in
Woo, see I'm riding high, high, high
Woo, kinda broke you see me all, so all I got is five, I got five

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 T I D E S
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh
Rolling 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 a 40
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No me ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be popping at my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
Five dollar bill on the real before it's history
Cause fools be having them vaccum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free
You hellar dum-dum-dum-dum
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 tha bomb at
Give me two bucks you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a slurpy
The serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Cause homies nag 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, messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it, potna let's go half on a sac

I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can, don't need no cruch
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, 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 d___ed if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
Wassup, don't make me sip that, better pass the joint
Stop hitting cause you know ya got asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzel it
Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro
And everytime we with Chris that fool rolling up a fattie
But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it, grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it, potna let's go half on a sac

Hey, make this right man
Stop at the light man
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 eighth, but I've no budget
Still rolling a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
Foggy windows, smoking Indo
I'm in tha land getting smoked with my kinfolk

Been smoked
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
Up in the OAK the town
Homies don't play around
We down to blaze a pound
Then ease up
Speed up through the ESO
Drink the VSOP 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 dosia
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

I got five on it, grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it, potna let's go half on a sac