5 On It
Luniz Lyrics


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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 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
Never the less, I'm hella fresh
Rollin' joints like a cigarette
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
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
'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An' if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the 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 homie, snag 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 and knocked on 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, bra
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 betta' bring your own spliff, chief
What's up? Don't babysit that
Better pass the joint
Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got Asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, an 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
But the Tanqueray straight had me

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 and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna, 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 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

I 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's, we need half like a foo-foo

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 and knocked on back




I got five on it
Partna, let's go half on a sack

Overall Meaning

The song "I Got Five On It" by Luniz feat. Michael Marshall is a classic rap song that has been popular since its release in 1995. At the surface level, the song is about weed and smoking with friends, but it also has deeper meanings. The song opens with the player asking for a brew and smoking a joint, comparing himself to the legendary rap group Cypress Hill. The singer goes on to describe his smoking habits, admitting to stealing weed from others and rolling his joints "like a cigarette." Later, he warns listeners not to give away their weed for free because some smokers will take advantage of them.


However, the song is more than just a celebration of smoking weed with friends. It is also a commentary on the importance of loyalty and trust in friendship. The singer is cautious about sharing his weed because he does not want to break the trust of his friends. He also warns listeners not to trust everyone, especially those who are not true friends. The song's catchy chorus, "I got five on it" refers to putting five dollars towards a joint, but it can also be interpreted as an offer of loyalty and friendship.


Overall, "I Got Five On It" is a fun and catchy song with deeper meanings about friendship and trust. It celebrates the ritual of smoking weed with friends while also cautioning listeners to be careful about who they trust.


Line by Line Meaning

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill
If you offer me a drink, I might relax and hang out


But I'm the type that like to light another joint
I prefer to smoke marijuana and get high


Like Cypress Hill
I enjoy smoking weed like the popular rap group Cypress Hill


I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
Whenever I smoke, I'll take extra puffs and won't be careful with my saliva


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


Go get the S-T. I-D-E-S
Let's get some ST Ides (an inexpensive brand of malt liquor)


Never the less, I'm hella fresh
Despite my excessive marijuana use, I'm still cool


Rollin' joints like a cigarette
I'm skilled at rolling marijuana cigarettes


So pass it cross the table like ping pong
Let's pass the joint back and forth like a game of ping pong


I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
I'm so high that I feel like the fictional character King Kong


It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
I'm ready to drink a 40 oz beer


And when it comes to get another stogie
When it's time to get another cigar for rolling marijuana


Fools all kick in like Shinobi
Everyone contributes towards the cost of the marijuana like ninjas in the video game Shinobi


No, he ain't my homie to begin with
I don't even know this person well


It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
There are too many people smoking, so I can't offer my friend a hit


Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Unless you have some good quality weed


Five dollar bill on the real before it's history
Give me five dollars before the weed runs out


'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
Some people can inhale smoke very easily


An' if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
If you let them smoke your weed for free, you're foolish


I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
I wear a pair of earrings in the shape of a guitar brand named Taylor to school


Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I try to avoid girls who are interested only in money, shallow or strange people


That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
People who are under the influence of drugs and behaving inappropriately


Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Give me two dollars, then take a hit of marijuana and pass it back to me


Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
Consume the marijuana like you would drink a Slurpee


The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
The strong marijuana will cause someone to act delirious like the actor Eddie Murphy


I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
I have more problems to deal with than the character Maggie from the TV show Growing Pains


'Cause homie, snag me to take the dank out of the baggie
My friend asked me to take some marijuana out of the bag


Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man
Driver, please make a right turn and stop at the traffic light


My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
I'm feeling the effects of last night's alcohol consumption


You fade, I face, so let's head to the east
You're feeling tired, but I'm doing alright, let's go east


Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
Let's go to a drug dealer on 90th street and buy high-quality marijuana


I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
I wish I could smoke more marijuana, but I don't have the money


Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
I'm driving a Cutlass car that's old and rundown


Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
The windows are foggy, and the marijuana is wet and sticky


I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
I'm in Oakland smoking weed with my friends and family


I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down up in the O-A-K the Town
I have consumed a lot of marijuana, so much that it's affecting my ability to speak correctly


Homies don't play around we down to blaze a pound
My friends are serious about smoking weed and are ready to smoke a large amount


Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
We'll relax for a little bit, and then drive quickly through East Oakland


Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
Let's drink cognac with a bit of lemon juice


And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
Everyone has smoked enough marijuana, so I'm the designated person to roll more


That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
I'm skilled at rolling marijuana cigarettes from the sticky, high-quality weed


Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Wait a minute, you're only interested in smoking my weed


Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we need half like a foo-foo
Contribute some money, because where I'm from, we all chip in equally


I got five on it
I have $5 to contribute towards buying marijuana


Grab your 40, let's get keyed
Grab a 40 oz beer and let's smoke marijuana and drink together


Messin' wit that Indo' weed
We're smoking with high-quality, indoor-grown marijuana


It's got me stuck and knocked on back
The marijuana is so strong that it's making me feel dizzy and disoriented


Partna, let's go half on a sack
My friend, let's split the cost of buying marijuana together




Lyrics ยฉ MIKE MESZY PUBLISHING, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 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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