The Luniz - I Got 5 On It (reprise) lyrics

Chorus Creep on in, on in (echos) Woo. See i'm ridin high, ridin high (echos) Whoooo! Kinda broke you see me, so all i got is five I got five! Verse 1 *(knumskull & yukmouth)* (knumskull) I got five on it I got five what you got n***a? (yukmouth) Damn i think i got two bucks in my sock n***a. (knumskull) Well that's that f** it I think i got three bucks in my backpack Enough to get a phat sack. (yukmouth) Hell yeah! (knumskull) You got some zags? (yukmouth) Not at all man. (knumskull) Let's get some from the store. (yukmouth) Fa sho, because a n***a need a tall ken. (knumskull) Damn Open the door blood. (yukmouth) n***a where my keys at? (knumskull) I don't know? (yukmouth) Remember i gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack. (knumskull) Oh here they go in my sock. (yukmouth) Put your seatbelt on Cuz there's hella cops parked up the block. (knumskull) Well n***a bust a u-ey then. (yukmouth) n***a fire up that doobie then. (knumskull) Hell nah! (yukmouth) You major skanless potna. (knumskull) Well sue me then. (yukmouth) Oh, be like that on a roach? (knumskull) Nope, look at them hoes! (yukmouth) Man f** them tricks, n***a let's get smoke! Pa** the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! Whoa! what the f** wrong wit you?! (knumskull) Damn i had a flash back This n***a frontin me some yay But you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back. (yukmouth) n***a what if the cash jack? (knumskull) Oh it's cool f** this, i'm puttin it in the cuts. (yukmouth) It's bad enough he got not tags on the cutla** (knumskull) Eh you know what? 84th is the closest. (yukmouth) Yup Oooh! A fat a** hamp, n***a let's smoke this. (knumskull) Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk. (yukmouth) Why you bring that skanless a** sack? (knumskull) Man this sh** ain't no punk. Here smell this. (yukmouth) Roll it up then n***a! (knumskull) Haha, yeah! (yukmouth) Let's go half on some liquor Yeah go get some tango or something. (eh, i got to see some i.d.) (knumskull) Aww man, sh** i ain't got nothing! (sorry) (knumskull) Man i spend wit you all the time. (sorry no i.d., no colors icy bine) (knumskull) Aww f** that! (yukmouth) They didn't let you get the drank? (get out my store!) (knumskull) Man i ain't trippin. Chorus *(mike marshall)* I got five on it Grab your 40 Let's get keyed I got five on it f**in wit that indo weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and i'm tore back I got five on it n***a lets go half on a sack. Verse 2 *(knumskull)* I take a sack to the face Whenever i can f** a cruch I be smokin that sh** Til the joint be burnin my hand Next time i roll it in a hampa To burn slo So the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra Hoes wanna hit but they know they got to 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 f** that You betta bring your own sh** cheif Wa**up Don't babysit that You better pa** the Joint! n***a stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma Crack a 40 open homie An guzzel it Cuz i know the weed in my system is gettin lonley I gotta take a piss test for my p.o. I know i failed cuz i done smoked hella weed bro An everytime we with chris That n***a rollin up a fattie But the tanqueray straight had me Lit to the fullest extreme There was gettin no higher That sh** had my chest on fire Dru down was swiggin to the face straight But i ain't f**in wit that I think i'll stick to the crazy 8's Bring me a bottle and i'm cool wit that I'm a lounge wit that n***a bring me a phat sack I don't know how to roll But i know how to smoke! I think i'm gonna hit it til my a** choke. *(chorus)* x2 *(during chorus)* Whooo-weee! baby-boy! Dayyyymn! I'm hella high. damn. That's that indo. Dayyyymn! Only oakland got that doja like that. Only the town n***a. Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it. What you talking about? Pa** that sh** over here. Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* Playa Give me some brew an 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 enuff on it f** wit the s the t, i-d-e-s Never the less I'm hella fresh Rollin joints like a cigarrette So pa** it cross the table like ping pong I'm gone Beatin my chest like king kong It's on, Wrap my lips around a 40 And when it comes to get another stogie n***as all kick in like shinobi Nummy ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit sh** Unless you pull out the phat crispy Five dollar bill On the real before its history Cuz n***as be havin' them vaccum lungs An if you let 'em hit it for free You hella dum-du-dum-dum I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe Avoidin all the dick teasers Skeezers and weirdos That be f**in off the land like where tha bomb at? Give me two bucks You take a puff And pa** my bomb back s** up the dank like a slurpy The serious Bomb will make a n***a go delirous like eddie murphy I got more growin pains than maggie Cuz n***as snag me To take the dank out of the baggie *(chorus fades out)*