The Luniz - I Got 5 On It [weedless Mix] lyrics

Creep on in..... Woah, see i'm ridin high......woahoooh Kinda rough to see em all so all i got is 5, i got 5 [yukmouth] Player, give me some brew and i might just chill You know stoned is the way of the walk like cypress hill But still groupie [backwards] hoochies wanna 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, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes So pa** it across 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 Homie you don't know me to begin with There's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit' Unless you pull out the fat crispy Five dollar bill on the real before it's history Cos fools be havin them vacuum lungs And if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum I come to school with a vaga on my earlobe Fave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos That be blowin off the land like "where the bomb at?" Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pa** my bomb back s** up the sack like a slurpy I'm serious-ly toe-back, straight delirious like eddie murphy I got more growin' pains than maggie Cos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy [chorus] I got 5 on it Grab your 4 and let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin with that indo weed I got 5 on it It's got me stuck and i'm toe-back I got 5 on it Potna let's go half on a sack [knumskull] Check it out I take sacks to the face whenever i can, don't need no crutch I'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my hand Next time i roll it in a hamper To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, bra Hoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then I roll stoge's longer than your extension Cos i'll be damned if you get high off me for free Hell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief Wa**up? don't make me sip that, best ta pa** the Chron-chron, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma Crack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it Cos i know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonely I gots ta take a whiz test to my p-o I know i'll fail cos i been gettin keyed bro And everytime we with chris that fool rollin up fatties But the tanqueray straight had me Chorus [knumskull] Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn 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 for cheap I wish i could fade the eighth But i'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' cutla**, same ol' bucket Foggy windows, drink in hand In the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk [yukmouth] You ain't know Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down Up in the o-a-k the town Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound Then eaze up, speed up thru the e-s-o Drink the vsop up with the lemon squeeze up In your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney Cos it's the remedy like hennessey We fin' to be over mayn, i told ya If you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it Chorus