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luniz - i got 5 on it كلمات الأغنية

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-gg-?
(yukmouth)
d-mn i think i got two bucks in my sock n-gg-.
(knumskull)
well that’s that
f-ck it
i think i got three bucks in my backpack
enough to get a phat sack.
(yukmouth)
h-ll 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-gg- need a tall ken.
(knumskull)
d-mn
open the door blood.
(yukmouth)
n-gg- 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 h-lla cops parked up the block.
(knumskull)
well n-gg- bust a u-ey then.
(yukmouth)
n-gg- fire up that doobie then.
(knumskull)
h-ll 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-ck them tricks, n-gg- let’s get smoke!
p-ss the doobie to the left biddy-b-m-b-m-boo!
whoa! what the f-ck wrong wit you?!
(knumskull)
d-mn i had a flash back
this n-gg- frontin me some yay
but you know that he ain’t gonna get his cash back.
(yukmouth)
n-gg- what if the cash jack?
(knumskull)
oh it’s cool
f-ck this, i’m puttin it in the cuts.
(yukmouth)
it’s bad enough he got not tags on the cutl-ss
(knumskull)
eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
(yukmouth)
yup
oooh!
a fat -ss hamp, n-gg- let’s smoke this.
(knumskull)
let’s roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(yukmouth)
why you bring that skanless -ss sack?
(knumskull)
man this sh-t ain’t no punk.
here smell this.
(yukmouth)
roll it up then n-gg-!
(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-t 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-ck 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-ckin 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-gg- lets go half on a sack.

verse 2 -(knumskull)-

i take a sack to the face
whenever i can
f-ck a cruch
i be smokin that sh-t
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 d-mned if you get high off me for free
f-ck that
you betta bring your own sh-t cheif
w-ssup
don’t babysit that
you better p-ss the
joint! n-gg- 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 p-ss test for my p.o.
i know i failed cuz i done smoked h-lla weed bro
an everytime we with chris
that n-gg- rollin up a fattie
but the tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that sh-t had my chest on fire
dru down was swiggin to the face straight
but i ain’t f-ckin 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-gg- 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 -ss choke.

-(chorus)- x2
-(during chorus)-

whooo-weee! baby-boy!
dayyyymn!
i’m h-lla high. d-mn.
that’s that indo.
dayyyymn!
only oakland got that doja like that.
only the town n-gg-.
eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
what you talking about?
p-ss that sh-t 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-ck wit the s the t, i-d-e-s
never the less
i’m h-lla fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so p-ss 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-gg-s all kick in like shin-bi
nummy ain’t my homie to begin with
it’s too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit sh-t
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before it’s history
cuz n-gg-s be havin’ them vacc-m lungs
an if you let ’em hit it for free
you h-lla dum-du-dum-dum
i come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the d-ck teasers
skeezers and weirdos
that be f-ckin off the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks
you take a puff
and p-ss my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious
bomb will make a n-gg- go delirous like eddie murphy
i got more growin pains than maggie
cuz n-gg-s snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie

-(chorus fades out)-

- luniz

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