Текст песни I Got 5 On It - Clean Mix - Luniz
People
in
Oakland...
Oakland
Woo,
see
I'm
ridin
higher
and
higher,
woo-oo
Kinda
broke
so
ya
know
all
I
gots
five,
I
got
five
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
steal
doobies
Spit
loogies
when
I
puff
on
it,
I
got
some
bucks
on
it,
But
it
ain't
enuff
on
it
Go
get
the
S-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
Fools
all
kick
in
like
Shinobi
No
he
ain't
my
homie
to
begin
with
Theres
too
many
heads
to
be
poppin'
and
let
my
friend
hit
Unless
you
pull
out
the
phat
crispy
5 dollar
bill
on
the
real
before
its
history
Cuz
fools
be
havin
them
vacuum
lung
And
if
you
let
em
hit
for
free
You
hella
dum
dum
dum
dum
I
come
to
school
with
the
tailor
on
my
earlobe
Avoiding
all
the
dick
teasers,
skeezers
and
weirdos
Got
me
goin
off
the
land
like
"Where
the
bomb
at?"
Gimme
2 bucks
you
take
a
puff
and
pass
my
bong
back
Suck
up
the
dank
like
a
slurpee
That
serious
bong
will
make
a
niggee
go
delirious
like
Eddie
Murphy
I
got
more
growin
pains
than
Maggie
Cuz
homies
nag
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
cannot
go
back
I
got
five
on
it,
Potna
lets
go
half
on
a
sac
I
take
sacks
to
the
face,
Whenever
I
can,
Don't
need
no
cruch
I'm
so
keyed
up,
'Till
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
Hoochies
can
hit,
But
they
know
they
got
to
pitch
in,
Then
I
roll
a
joint
that's
longer
than
your
extension
Cos
I'll
be
damned
if
you
get
high
off
me
for
free
Hell
naw,
you
betta
bring
your
own
spliff,
cheif
Wassup,
dont
babysit
that
Better
pass
the
JOINT!
Stop
hittin'
cos
you
know
ya
got
Asthma
Crack
a
40
open,
homie,
and
guzzle
it,
Cos
I
know
the
weed
in
my
system
is
gettin
lonley
I
gotta
take
a
whiz
test
to
my
P-O
I
know
I
failed
cos
I
done
smoked
major
weed
bro,
An
everytime
we
with
Chris
that
fool
rollin
up
a
fattie,
But
the
Tanqueray
straight
had
me
Hey,
make
this
right
man
Stop
at
the
light
man,
My
yester
night
thang
got
me
hung
off
the
night
train
You
fade,
I
face
So
let's
head
to
da
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
ole'
bucket
Foggy
windows,
Smokin'
Indo,
I'm
in
tha
land
gettin
smoked
wit
my
kinfolk
Been
smoked,
Yuk'll
spray
ya,
lay
ya
down
Up
in
the
OAK
the
Town
Homies
don't
play
around,
We
down
to
blaze
a
pound
Then
ease
up,
Speed
up
through
the
ESO,
Drink
the
VSOP
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
sitcky
dosia
Hold
up,
suck
up
my
weed
is
all
you
do
Kick
in
feed,
cause
where
I
be's
we
need
tab
like
a
foo-foo
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1 Crazy for Your Love
2 I Got 5 On It (Instrumental)
3 11 O'Clock News
4 Do You (I'm a Do Me)
5 Holla Skrill Y'All
6 Playa Hata - Playa's Radio Mix
7 Mic Check
8 Narcotics
9 Questions
10 Playa Hata (Instrumental)
11 I Got 5 On It - Clean Mix
12 No Way
13 The Baller's Feud
14 Pimps, Playas, Hustlas - Instrumental
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