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LUNIZ lyrics : "I Got 5 On It (Reprise)"

[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 ^!$$%?
[Yukmouth]

Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock ^!$$%.
[Knumskull]
Well that's that

$#&@ 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 ^!$$% need a Tall Ken.
[Knumskull]
Damn

open the door blood.
[Yukmouth]
^!$$% 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 ^!$$% bust a U-ey then.
[Yukmouth]

^!$$% 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 $#&@ them tricks, ^!$$% let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the $#&@ wrong wit you?!

[Knumskull]
Damn I had a flash back
this ^!$$% frontin me some yay

but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
[Yukmouth]
^!$$% what if the cash jack?

[Knumskull]
Oh it's cool
$#&@ this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.

[Yukmouth]
It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass
[Knumskull]

Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
[Yukmouth]
Yup
Oooh!
a fat $$# Hamp, ^!$$% let's smoke this.

[Knumskull]
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
[Yukmouth]
Why you bring that skanless $$# sack?
[Knumskull]

Man this %#@! ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
[Yukmouth]
Roll it up then ^!$$%!
[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, %#@! 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 $#&@ 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

$#&@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
^!$$% lets go half on a sack.

[Verse 2: Knumskull]


I take a sack to the face
whenever I can
$#&@ a cruch
I be smokin that %#@!
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
$#&@ that

you betta bring your own %#@! cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you better pass the
JOINT! ^!$$% stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with Chris
that ^!$$% rollin up a fattie
but the Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that %#@! had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
but I ain't $#&@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
^!$$% bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but I know how to SMOKE!
I think I'm gonna hit it til my $$# 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 ^!$$%.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pass that %#@! 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
$#&@ wit the S the T, I-D-E-S
never the less
I'm hella fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass 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
^!$$%s all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit %#@!
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before its history
cuz ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in 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 ^!$$% go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cuz ^!$$%s snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie

[chorus: fades out]

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