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Luniz-I got five on it - lyrics

LUNIZ
I got five on it Lyrics
People in Oakland ooh see I'm riding high oh-oh
kinda broke y'see y'know all I got is five I got five
Player gimme some brew and I might just chill
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm 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 never the less
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 forty 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 the vaccum lungs
and if you let 'em hit it for free you hellar dum-dum-dum-dum
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoiding all the thick teasers skeezers and weirdos
got me blowing up the land like where the bomb at
gimme 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 delirious 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 forty 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 ponta let's go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face whenever I can don't need no crunch 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 damned if you get high off me for free
hell no you betta bring your own spliff chief
wassup don't make me sip that better pass the joint
stop hitting 'cause you know you got asthma
crack a forty open homie an 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 forty 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 ponta let's go half on a sack
Hey make this right man stop at the light man
my yesternight thang got me hung off the night train
you fade I face so let's head to the 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 rolling a two door cutglass same old bucket
foggy windows soggy Indo I'm in the land
getting smoked with my kinfolk been smoked
yuk'll the sprayer lay it down up in the oak the town
homies don't play around we donw to blaze a bound
then eaz up speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.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 need kick in feed 'cause where I be's we need tab like foo-foo
I got five on it grab your forty 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 ponta let's go half on a sack

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