The Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Havoc OST) | Текст песни

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[Intro:]
People in Oakland...Oakland
Woo, see I'm ridin' higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I got's five, I got five
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Player, give me some brew an I might just chill
But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm-a 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-t. I-d-e-s
Nevertheless I'm hella fresh
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass 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 getting another stogie
Fools all kick in likes Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before it's history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let 'em hit it for free
You hella \"dum-da-dum-dum\"
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the dickteasers, 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 the 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
[Hook:]
I got five on it
Grab your 40
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 not go back
I got five on it
Partner let's go half on a sac
[Verse 2: Numskull]
I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can
Don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up
'Til the joint be burnin' my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow
So the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bro
Hoochies can hit
But they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
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 getting 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 rolling up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me
[Hook:]
I got five on it
Grab your 40
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 not go back
I got five on it
Partner let's go half on a sac
[Verse 3: Numskull]
Hey, make this right man
Stop at the light man
My yester-night thing 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 big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Been smoked
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 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 da roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half like um-foo-foo
[Hook:]
I got five on it
Grab your 40
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 not go back
I got five on it
Partner let's go half on a sac

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