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I Got 5 On It
Luniz Lyrics


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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

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 (yeah)
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 (you don't know me)
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history
'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with a 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 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

I got five on it (got it good)
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' wit 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
Partna, 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
'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, bruh
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 (got it good)
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya 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 (oowee)
But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it (got it good)
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' wit 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 (got it good)
Partna, let's go half on a sack

Ayy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man
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 rolling a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the 'Land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down (got it good)
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 (ooh, wee)
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do (got it good)
Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we needs half like Umfufu

I got five on it (got it good)
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin' wit 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 (got it good)
Partna, let's go half on a sack

Overall Meaning

The song "I Got 5 On It" by the Luniz is a classic hip-hop track that reflects the duo's Bay Area origins with lyrics that relate to smoking weed. The lyrics describe the artists riding high, broke on this particular night, but willing to chip in five dollars towards some marijuana. They speak of their love for marijuana, stealing joints, rolling them up, and smoking them. The song's chorus repeats that they've got five dollars on the weed, and they're urging their friends to help them out.


The artists' style is characterized by their laidback lyrical flow, making their musings on marijuana seem effortless, yet undeniably cool. The track has a smooth, soulful beat that perfectly captures the artists' easy-going attitude. The song's clever discussions on weed smoking and its associated culture have made it a classic across generations.


The lyrics' genius lies in their ability to appeal to weed smokers, making them feel like they're part of a community. The song has become synonymous with smoking weed among both hardcore smokers and those who enjoy the occasional toke. It's a classic song that continues to endure and influence music across genres.


Line by Line Meaning

Creep on in (on in, on in)
Let's start the song in a smooth, sneaky kind of way


Whoa, see I'm ridin' high (whoa)
I'm feeling euphoric right now


Kinda broke this evening, y'all
I don't have much money tonight


So all I got's five, I got five
All I have is five dollars


Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
If you give me a beer, I might relax


But I'm the type that like to light another joint
I prefer to smoke weed


Like Cypress Hill
I like to smoke like the band Cypress Hill does


I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I take other people's weed (doobies), and spit phlegm (loogies) when I smoke it


I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
I have some money to buy weed, but not enough


Go get the S, the T, I-D-E-S
Go get some ST Ides malt liquor


Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh
Even though I don't have much money, I still look good


Rollin' joints like a cigarette (yeah)
I'm skilled at rolling joints


So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
Pass the joint around like a game of ping pong


I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
I'm getting high and feeling powerful, like a gorilla


It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
I'm going to drink a 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor


And when it comes to get another stogie
When I need to get more weed


Fools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)
Other people will pitch in money to buy weed, but they don't really know me


No, he ain't my homie to begin with
That person is not my friend


It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent
There are too many people smoking for me to let my friend get too high


Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Unless you have a lot of money to contribute


Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history
Give me five dollars right now before it's too late


'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
People who smoke often have great lung capacity


And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
If you give them weed for free, you're stupid


I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe
I wear a gold earring to school


Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I stay away from girls who are trying to manipulate me, easy girls, and weird people


That be blowing off the land like, 'Where the bomb at?'
People who are high often ask where the weed is


Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Give me two dollars, and I'll let you smoke some of my weed


Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
Inhale the weed smoke like a Slurpee drinker sucks up a Slurpee


The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
If the weed is powerful, it will make someone go crazy, like Eddie Murphy's stand up comedy


I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
I have more problems and issues than the character Maggie from the TV show Growing Pains


'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
My friends ask me to share my weed with them


I got five on it (got it good)
I have five dollars to buy weed


Grab your 40, let's get keyed
Grab a 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor and let's get high


Messin' wit that Indo weed
We're smoking Indica (a type of marijuana plant)


It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
The weed is really strong, and I'm really high


Partna, let's go half on a sack
Partner, let's split the cost and buy a bag of weed


I take sacks to the face whenever I can
I love smoking weed when I can


Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
I don't need anything to help me get high, I'm already so high


'Til the joint be burnin' my hand
I'll keep smoking the joint until it burns my hand


Next time I roll it in a hampa
Next time I'll roll the joint in a tobacco leaf


To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
So the joint will burn slowly and won't burn my hand


Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in
Girls can smoke, but they have to contribute money


Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
I can roll joints that are longer than your cigarette


'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
I'll be angry if you smoke my weed without contributing money


Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief (got it good)
No way, you need to bring your own weed joint, man


What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
What's going on? Don't hold onto the joint too long, pass it along


Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got asthma
Stop smoking because you have asthma


Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
Open a bottle of malt liquor and drink it


'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
I'm going to drink the malt liquor because I know the weed in my system needs company


I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O.
I need to take a urine test for my probation officer


I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
I know I failed the drug test because I smoked a lot of weed


And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty (oowee)
Whenever we're with our friend Chris, he's rolling a large joint


But the Tanqueray straight had me
But the straight Tanqueray gin made me feel better


Ayy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man
Hey, turn right at the light


My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
The events from last night made me very drunk


You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
You and I are both drunk, so let's go to the East


Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
Go to the 9-0 liquor store to buy big quantities of hashish


I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
I wish I could buy more weed, but I don't have enough money


Still rolling a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
I'm still driving my old, beat-up car


Foggy windows, soggy Indo
The car has steamy windows, and we're smoking wet weed (Indica)


I'm in the 'Land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
I'm in the Oakland area, smoking with my relatives


I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down (got it good)
I'm high and out of it, but if you bother me, I'll attack you (got it good)


Up in the O-A-K the Town
I'm in Oakland, California


Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
My friends and I are serious about getting high


Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Then let's relax and drive fast to the 7-Eleven


Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
Drink the cognac and add a squirt of lemon juice


And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
Everyone is smoking weed, and I'm the one who rolled the joint


That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja (ooh, wee)
I'm good at rolling a cigar of sticky weed (ooh, wee)


Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do (got it good)
Wait, all you do is smoke my weed (got it good)


Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we needs half like Umfufu
Contribute money for weed, because we need to share like the African game Umfufu




Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, TuneCore Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Anthony Gilmour, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Denzil Foster, Donald Boyce, Garrick Husbands, George Brown, Jay King, Jerold Ellis, Mike Marshall, Rick Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Mickens, Ronald Bell, Thomas Mc Elroy

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