《I Got 5 On It》是Luniz演唱的歌曲，由G. Brown作詞，收錄於專輯《Operation Stackola》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：I Got 5 On It
- 所屬專輯：Operation Stackola
- 歌曲原唱：Luniz
- 填詞：G. Brown
- 發行日期：2003年3月30日
歌曲歌詞
Creep on in on in echos
Woo
See I’m ridin high ridin high echos
Whoooo
Kinda broke you see me all so
I got is five
I got five
I got five on it
I got five what you got n**ga
D**n
I think I got two bucks in my sock ni**a
Well that’s that
F**k it
I think I got three bucks in my backpack
Enough to get a phat sack
Hell yeah
You got some zags
Not at all man
Let’s get some from the store
Fa sho because a n**ga need a tall ken
D**n
Open the door blood
N**ga where my keys at
I don’t know
Remember I gave ’em to you to
Go get that w**d sack
Oh here they go in my sock
Put your seatbelt on
’Cuz there’s hella cops parked up the block
Well n**ga bust a u ey then
N**ga fire up that doobie then
Hell nah
You major skanless potna
Well sue me then
Oh be like that on a roach
Nope look at them hoes
Man f**k them tricks n**ga let’s get smoke
Pass the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boo
Whoa what the f**k wrong wit you
D**n I had a flash back
This n**ga frontin me some yay
But you know that he ain’t gonna get his cash back
N**ga what if the cash jack
Oh it’s cool
F**k this I’m puttin it in the cuts
It’s bad enough he got not tags on the cutlass
Eh you know what 84th is the closest
Yup
Oooh
A fat a** hamp n**ga let’s smoke this
Let’s roll a blunt wit the skunk
Why you bring that skanless a** sack
Man this sh*t ain’t no punk
Here smell this
Roll it up then n**ga
Haha yeah
Let’s go half on some liquor
Yeah go get some tango or something
Eh I got to see some ID
Aww man sh*t I ain’t got nothing
Sorry
Man I spend wit you all the time
Sorry no id no colors icy bine
Aww f**k that
They didn’t let you get the drank
Get out my store
Man I ain’t trippin
I got five on it
Grab your 40
Let’s get keyed
I got five on it
F**kin wit that indo w**d
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and I’m tore back
I got five on it
N**ga let’s go half on a sack
I take a sack to the face
Whenever I can
F**k 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**ned if you get high off me for free
F**k that
You betta bring your own sh*t cheif
Wassup
Don’t babysit that
You better pass the
Joint n**ga stop hittin
’Cuz you know ya got asthma
Crack a 40 open homie
An guzzel it
’Cuz I know the w**d in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my po
I know I failed
’Cuz I done smoked hella w**d bro
An everytime we with chris
That n**ga 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**kin 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**ga 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
Whooo weee
Baby boy
Dayyyymn
I’m hella high d**n
Haahaa
That’s that indo
Dayyyymn
Only oakland got that doja like that
Only the town n**ga
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint man you baby sittin it
What you talking about
Pass that sh*t over here
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**k 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
N**gas 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*t
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
Five dollar bill
On the real before it’s history
’Cuz n**gas 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**kin 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 n**ga go delirous like eddie murphy
I got more growin pains than maggie
’Cuz n**gas snag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
I got five on it
Grab your 40 let’s get keyed
I got five on it
Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna let’s go half on a sack
