Текст песни I Got 5 On It (Mix) - Luniz
Creep
on
in
See,
I'm
ridin
high
Kinda
broke
this
evenin'
y'all
so
all
I
got
Is
five
I
got
five
Player,
give
me
some
brew
and
I
might
just
chill
But
I'm
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.T.I.D.E.S.
Nevertheless
I'm
hella
fresh
rollin'
joints
like
they're
cigarettes
So
pass
across
the
table
like
ping
pong,
I'm
gone
Beating
my
chest
like
King
Kong
It's
on,
wrap
my
lips
around
a
40
When
it
comes
they
get
another
stogie
Fools
all
kick
in
like
Shinobi
No,
me
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
Five
dollar
bill
on
the
real
before
it's
history
'Cuz
fools
be
havin'
a
vacuum
lungs
An'
if
you
let'em
hit
it
for
free
you
hella
dumb,
du-dumb
dumb
I
come
to
school
with
a
taylor
on
my
earlobe
Avoidin'
all
the
thick
teasers,
skeezers
and
weirdos
That
be
blowin'
off
the
land
like
where
the
bomb
at
Gimme
two
bucks,
you
take
a
puff
and
pass
my
bomb
back
Suck
up
the
dank
like
a
slurpee
The
serious
bomb
will
make
a
niggie
go
delirious
like
Eddie
Murphy
I
got
more
growin'
pains
than
Maggie
'Cuz
homies
nag
me
Ta
take
the
dank
out
of
the
baggie
I
got
five
on
it,
grab
ya
four,
let's
get
keyed
I
got
five
on
it,
messin'
wit'
dat
indo
weed
I
got
five
on
it,
it's
got
me
stuck
and
I'm
toed
back
I
got
five
on
it,
partner,
let's
go
half
on
a
sack
I
take
sacks
to
the
face
whenever
I
can
Don't
need
no
crutch
I'm
so
keyed
up
'Till
the
joint
be
burnin'
my
hand
Next
time
I
roll
it
in
a
hampa
Ta
burn
slow
so
the
ashes
won't
be
burnin'
in
my
hand,
brah
Hoochies
can
hit,
but
they
know
they
got
ta
pitch
in
Then
I
roll
a
joint
that's
longer
than
your
extension
'Cause
I
be
damned
if
you
get
high
off
me
for
free
Hell
no,
you
better
bring
your
own
spliff,
chief
Wassup,
don't
babysit
that
Better
pass
the
joint,
stop
hittin'
'cause
you
know
you
got
asthma
Crack
a
40
open,
homie,
and
guzzle
it
'Cuz
I
know
the
weed
in
my
sistem's
gettin'
lonely
I
gotta
take
a
whiz
test
to
my
P-O
I
know
I
failed
'cuz
I
done
smoked
major
weed,
bro
An'
everytime
we
with
Chris,
that
fool,
rollin'
up
a
fattie
But
the
Tanqueray
straight
had
me
I
got
five
on
it,
grab
ya
four,
let's
get
keyed
I
got
five
on
it,
messin'
wit'
dat
indo
weed
I
got
five
on
it,
it's
got
me
stuck
and
I'm
toed
back
I
got
five
on
it,
partner,
let's
go
half
on
a
sack
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
to
eight
but
I'm
low
budget
Still
rollin'
the
two
door
Cutlass,
same
old
bucket
Foggy
windows,
soggy
indoor
I'm
in
the
land
gettin'
smoked
with
my
kinfolk
I
been
smoked,
yup
I'll
spray
an'
lay'er
down
I'm
up
in
the
O.A.K.
the
town,
homies
don't
play
around
We
down
to
blaze
a
pound
Then
we
ease
up,
speed
up
through
the
E.S.O.
Drink
the
V.S.O.P.
pee
up
with
the
lemon
squeeze
up
An'
everybody's
rolled
up,
I'm
the
roller
That's
quick
to
fold
a
blunt
out
of
a
bunch'a
sticky
dose'a
Hold
up,
suck
up
my
weed
is
all
you
do,
kick
in
the
feet
'Cuz
where
I
be
we
need
half
like
the
foo-foo
I
got
five
on
it,
grab
ya
four,
let's
get
keyed
I
got
five
on
it,
messin'
wit'
dat
indo
weed
I
got
five
on
it,
it's
got
me
stuck
and
I'm
toed
back
I
got
five
on
it,
partner,
let's
go
half
on
a
sack
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1 I Got 5 On It (Mix)
2 Crazy for Your Love
3 11 O'Clock News
4 Do You (I'm a Do Me)
5 Satisfy You (West Coast Remix)
6 Holla Skrill Y'All
7 Playa Hata - Playa's Radio Mix
8 Mic Check
9 Narcotics
10 Questions
11 Playa Hata (Instrumental)
12 No Way
13 The Baller's Feud
14 Pimps, Playas, Hustlas - Instrumental
15 I Got 5 On It (Instrumental)
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