Luniz - I Got 5 On It (full lyrics) Creep on in See I\u0027m riding high Kinda broke you see so all I got is 5 I got 5 on it I got 5 on it I got 5, what you got nigga? Damn, I think I got 2 bucks in my sock, nigga Well that\u0027s that; fuck it! I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack Enough to get a phat sack Hell yeah! You got some zags? Not at all man Let\u0027s get some from the store Fa sho, because a nigga need a tall can Damn, open the door, Blood Nigga, where my keys at? I don\u0027t know Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sack Oh, here they are in my sock Put your seatbelt on Cause there\u0027s hella cops parked up the block Well nigga bust a U-ie then Nigga, fire up that doobie then Hell nah! You major scand\u0027lous, partna Well sue me then Oh, be like that on a roach? Nope, look at them hoes! Man fuck them tricks, nigga let\u0027s get smoked! Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo! Whoa! What the fuck wrong with you?! Damn I had a flash back This nigga fronting me some yay But you know that he ain\u0027t gonna get his cash back Nigga what if the cash jack? Oh it\u0027s cool Fuck this, I\u0027m putting it in the cuts It\u0027s bad enough he got no tags on the Cutlass Eh you know what? 84th is the closest Yup. Oooh! A fat ass Tamp, nigga let\u0027s smoke this Let\u0027s roll a blunt wit the skunk Why you bring that scand\u0027lous-ass sack? Man this shit ain\u0027t no punk Here smell this Roll it up then nigga! Haha, yeah! Let\u0027s go half on some liquor Yeah go get some Tanquo or something Aww man, shit I ain\u0027t got nothing! (Sorry) Man I spend with you all the time (Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo\u0027s Rossi Rine) Aw fuck that! They didn\u0027t let you get the drank? (Get out my store!) Man, I ain\u0027t trippin I got 5 on it Grab your 40, let\u0027s get keyed I got 5 on it Fuckin with that Indo weed I got 5 on it It\u0027s got me stuck and I\u0027m tore back I got 5 on it Nigga lets go half on a sack! I take a sack to the face whenever I can Fuck a crutch; I be smoking that shit Til the joint be burning my hand Next time I roll it in a Tampa To burn slow so the ashes won\u0027t be burning up my hand, brah Hoes want to hit but they know they got to pitch in Then, I roll a joint that\u0027s longer than your extension Cause I\u0027ll be damned if you get high off me for free Fuck that, you better bring your own shit chief Wassup, don\u0027t babysit that You better pass the joint Nigga 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 piss test for my P.O I know I failed cause I done smoked hella weed, bro An every time we with Chris That nigga rollin\u0027 up a fatty But the Tanqueray straight had me Lit to the fullest extreme There was getting no higher That shit had my chest on fire Dru Down was swigging to the face straight But I ain\u0027t fuckin with that I think I\u0027ll stick to the crazy 8\u0027s Bring me a bottle and I\u0027m cool with that I\u0027mma a lounge with that Nigga bring me a phat sack I don\u0027t know how to roll But I know how to smoke! I think I\u0027m gonna hit it til my ass choke I got 5 on it Grab your 40, let\u0027s get keyed I got 5 on it Fuckin with that Indo weed I got 5 on it It\u0027s got me stuck and I\u0027m tore back I got 5 on it Nigga lets go half on a sack! Player, give me some brew and I might just chill But I\u0027m the type that likes 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\u0027t enough on it Fuck with the S the T, I-D-E-S Nevertheless I\u0027m hella fresh Rolling joints like a cigarette So pass it cross the table like ping-pong I\u0027m gone, beating my chest like King Kong It\u0027s on, wrap my lips around a 40 And when it comes to get another stogie Niggas all kick in like Shinobi Nummy ain\u0027t my homie to begin with It\u0027s too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit shit Unless you pull out the phat crispy 5 dollar bill on the real before its history Cause niggas 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 dick-teasers Skeezers and weirdos That be fuckin\u0027 off the land like \u0022Where tha bomb at?\u0022 Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a Slurpee The serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like Eddie Murphy I got more Growing Pains than Maggie Cause niggas nag me To take the dank out of the baggie I got 5 on it Grab your 40, let\u0027s get keyed I got 5 on it Fuckin with that Indo weed I got 5 on it It\u0027s got me stuck and I\u0027m tore back I got 5 on it Nigga lets go half on a sack!