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    Luniz – I Got 5 On It [1995]

    Künstler:
    Luniz

    [Intro: Michael Marshall]
    Creep on in, on in, on in (Whoa)
    See I’m ridin’ high (Whoa)
    Kinda broke this evening, y’all, so all I got’s five, I got five

    [Verse 1: Yukmouth]
    Player, give me some brew and 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 enough on it
    Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S
    Nevertheless, I’m hella fresh, rollin’ joints like a cigarette
    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 the forty and when it comes to
    Getting another stogie, fools all kick in like
    Shinobi. No, he ain’t my homie to begin with
    It’s too many heads to be poppin’ to let my friend hit it
    Bit unless you pull out the fat, crispy
    Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it’s history
    ‘Cause fools be havin’ them vacuum lungs
    And if you let ’em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
    I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
    Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
    That be blowing off the land, like, “Where the bomb at?”
    Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
    Suck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious
    Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
    I got more growing pains than Maggie
    ‘Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

    [Chorus: Michael Marshall]
    I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it, messin’ with that Indo weed
    I got five on it (got it, good), it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back
    I got five on it, partner, let’s go half on a sack

    [Verse 2: Numskull]
    I take sacks to the
    Face whenever I can, don’t need no crutch
    I’m so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
    Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn
    Slow, so the ashes won’t be burning up my hand, bruh
    Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
    Then I roll a joint that’s longer than your extension (hahaha)
    ‘Cause I’ll be damned if you get high off me for free
    Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
    What’s up? Don’t babysit that, better pass the
    Joint, stop hitting, ‘cause you know you got asthma
    Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
    ‘Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin’ lonely
    I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O
    I know I failed, ‘cause I done smoked major weed, bro
    And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin’ up a
    Fatty, but the Tanqueray straight had me

    [Chorus: Michael Marshall]
    I got five on it; grab your four, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it; messin’ with that Indo weed
    I got five on it; it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back
    I got five on it; partner, let’s go half on a sack

    [Verse 3: Numskull]
    Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
    My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
    You fade, I fade, so let’s head to the East
    Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
    I wish I could fade the eighth, but I’m low budget
    Still rollin’ a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
    Foggy windows, soggy Indo
    I’m in the ‘land getting smoked with my kinfolk

    [Verse 4: Yukmouth]
    I been smoked
    Yuk’ll spray ya, lay you down up in the O-A-K
    The Town, homies don’t play around, we down to blaze a pound
    Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
    Drink the V-S-O-P up, with a lemon squeeze up
    And everybody’s rolled up, I’m the roller
    That’s quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
    Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
    Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu

    [Chorus: Michael Marshall]
    I got five on it; grab your four, let’s get keyed
    I got five on it; messin’ with that Indo weed
    I got five on it; it’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back
    I got five on it; partner, let’s go half on a sack


    Künstler:
    Luniz


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