Lirik Lagu I Got 5 On It (Weedless Mix) - Luniz
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Creep on in.....Woah, see I'm ridin high......woahooohKinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5
[Yukmouth]Player, give me some brew and I might just chillYou know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress HillBut still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on itI got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on itGo get the S-T I-D-E-S, neverthelessI'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettesSo pass it across the table like ping pongI'm gone, beating my chest like King KongIt's on, wrap my lips around a 40And when it comes to get another stogiefools all kick in like ShinobiHomie you don't know me to begin withThere's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'Unless you pull out the fat crispyfive dollar bill on the real before it's historyCos fools be havin them vacuum lungsand if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dumI come to school with a vaga on my earlobeFave for players, stay away from haters and weirdosthat be blowin off the land like "Where the bomb at?"Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb backSuck up the sack like a slurpyI'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie MurphyI got more Growin' Pains than Maggiecos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy
[Chorus]I got 5 on itGrab your 4 and let's get keyedI got 5 on itMessin with that indo weedI got 5 on itIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-backI got 5 on itPotna let's go half on a sack
[Knumskull]Check it outI take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutchI'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my handNext time I roll it in a hamperto burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, braHoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in thenI roll stoge's longer than your extensionCos I'll be damned if you get high off me for freeHell no, you best to bring your own spliff chiefWassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass theCHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthmaCrack the 40 open homey, and guzzle itCos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonelyI gots ta take a whiz test to my P-OI know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed broAnd everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fattiesbut the Tanqueray straight had me
Chorus
[Knumskull]Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light maynMy yesternight thang got me hung off the night trainYou fade, I face so let's head to the EastHit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheapI wish I could fade the eighthbut I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucketFoggy windows, drink in handIn the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
[Yukmouth]you ain't knowYuk'll spray ya, lay ya downUp in the O-A-K the TownHomies don't play around, we down to blaze a poundThen eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-ODrink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze upin your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimneycos it's the remedy like HennesseyWe fin' to be over mayn, I told yaIf you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it
Chorus
[Yukmouth]Player, give me some brew and I might just chillYou know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress HillBut still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on itI got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on itGo get the S-T I-D-E-S, neverthelessI'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettesSo pass it across the table like ping pongI'm gone, beating my chest like King KongIt's on, wrap my lips around a 40And when it comes to get another stogiefools all kick in like ShinobiHomie you don't know me to begin withThere's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'Unless you pull out the fat crispyfive dollar bill on the real before it's historyCos fools be havin them vacuum lungsand if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dumI come to school with a vaga on my earlobeFave for players, stay away from haters and weirdosthat be blowin off the land like "Where the bomb at?"Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb backSuck up the sack like a slurpyI'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie MurphyI got more Growin' Pains than Maggiecos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy
[Chorus]I got 5 on itGrab your 4 and let's get keyedI got 5 on itMessin with that indo weedI got 5 on itIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-backI got 5 on itPotna let's go half on a sack
[Knumskull]Check it outI take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutchI'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my handNext time I roll it in a hamperto burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, braHoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in thenI roll stoge's longer than your extensionCos I'll be damned if you get high off me for freeHell no, you best to bring your own spliff chiefWassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass theCHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthmaCrack the 40 open homey, and guzzle itCos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonelyI gots ta take a whiz test to my P-OI know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed broAnd everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fattiesbut the Tanqueray straight had me
Chorus
[Knumskull]Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light maynMy yesternight thang got me hung off the night trainYou fade, I face so let's head to the EastHit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheapI wish I could fade the eighthbut I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucketFoggy windows, drink in handIn the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
[Yukmouth]you ain't knowYuk'll spray ya, lay ya downUp in the O-A-K the TownHomies don't play around, we down to blaze a poundThen eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-ODrink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze upin your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimneycos it's the remedy like HennesseyWe fin' to be over mayn, I told yaIf you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it
Chorus
