I Got 5 0n 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
'Caus,e 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 fattie
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

"I Got 5 on It" by Luniz is a rap song about weed and friendship. The song has a chill, laid-back vibe that reflects the feeling of smoking weed. The chorus, "I got five on it," is an invitation to share the cost of the weed, indicating that the rappers don't want to smoke alone. The song is about getting high with friends, hanging out, and having a good time.


The first verse is about smoking weed and doing it with friends. The rapper talks about his smoking habits and how he likes to light up another joint. He also mentions stealing doobies and spitting loogies when puffing on it. The rapper has some money to spend on weed but not enough, so he asks his friend to bring some more. The verse ends with the rapper asking his friend to pull out a five-dollar bill to help pay for the smoke.


In the second verse, the rapper talks about his experience with weed and how he smokes it without any crutch or support. He also talks about how he rolls the joint longer than his extension, and if anyone wants to get high with him, they have to bring their own spliff. He warns his friends not to babysit the joint and pass it along. The verse ends with the rapper talking about taking a whiz test and knowing that he has failed because he has smoked too much weed.


Overall, the song is about friendship, sharing, and getting high together. The rappers emphasize the importance of community and having a good time with friends. The message is about enjoying life and taking pleasures in small things, like smoking weed with friends.


Line by Line Meaning

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


But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
But I prefer to smoke more marijuana like a fan of Cypress Hill


I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I take hits and sometimes spit phlegm when smoking marijuana


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-T. I-D.E.S
Go get some St. Ides malt liquor


Never the less, I'm hella fresh
Nevertheless, I am very cool


Rollin' joints like a cigarette
I roll joints as easily as cigarettes


So pass it cross the table like ping pong
Pass the joint around the table like ping pong


I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
I am high and boasting like King Kong


It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
Drinking a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor


And when it comes to get another stogie, fools all kick in like Shinobi
When it's time to buy more marijuana, everyone contributes money like ninja warriors


No, he ain't my homie to begin with, it's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
No, he's not my friend to begin with, it's not appropriate to share weed with so many people


Unless you pull out the fat, crispy, five dollar bill on the real before it's history
Unless you give me a $5 bill, I won't share any more weed with you


'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs, an' if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
Because some people can inhale deeply and if you let them smoke for free, you are very foolish


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


Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
Avoiding people who are trying to flirt or look weird


That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
People who are acting very strange and high


Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Give me $2, and I'll share some weed with you


Suck up the dank like a Slurpee, the serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
Inhale the marijuana like a Slurpee, and the potent weed will make you go crazy like Eddie Murphy in a movie


I got more Growing Pains than Maggie, 'cause homie, snag me to take the dank out of the baggie
I have more issues than Maggie from the TV show Growing Pains because my friend asked me to remove the marijuana from the bag


I got five on it, grab your 40, let's get keyed
I have $5 to buy more weed, let's get drunk and high


Messin' wit that Indo' weed, it's got me stuck and knocked on back
Smoking high-quality marijuana from Indonesia made me feel very high and relaxed


Partna, let's go half on a sack
Friend, let's share the cost and buy a bag of weed together


I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
I smoke marijuana as much as possible, I don't need any other drug because I'm already very high


'Til the joint be burnin' my hand
Smoking the joint until it burns my fingers


Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra
Next time, I will roll the joint in a wrapping paper that will burn slowly to avoid burning my fingers


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


Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
I roll a joint longer than your phone's extension cord


'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
I won't let you smoke for free, you need to give me money or weed


Hell no, you betta' bring your own spliff, chief
Absolutely not, you better bring your own joint, friend


What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
What's going on? Don't hold onto the joint, pass it to someone else


Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got Asthma
Stop inhaling because you have asthma


Crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzle it
Open a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor, drink it quickly


'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
Because I am aware that my body is accustomed to the effects of marijuana


I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I have to take a drug test for 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 marijuana


And every time we with Chris that fool rollin' up a fattie
Whenever we are with Chris, he is rolling a big joint


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


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


My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
My experience from last night made me feel sick and tired like I am on a night train


You fade, I face, so let's head to the east
You are tired, and I am feeling good, so let's go to the east


Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
Go to the street to find someone selling high-quality hashish


I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
I would like to buy an eighth of weed, but I don't have enough money


Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
Driving an old two-door car that looks like a bucket


Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
Windows are foggy because of smoking marijuana, and weed is wet and sticky.


I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
I am in my hometown, smoking marijuana with my family and friends


Homies don't play around we down to blaze a pound
My friends don't mess around, we are ready to smoke a lot of weed


Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Then relax and drive fast through the ESO gas station


Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
Drink the very superior old pale cognac with a lemon slice


And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
Everyone has rolled marijuana, but I am the one responsible for rolling the joint


That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
I am quick to roll a blunt with a lot of sticky and aromatic marijuana


Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Hold on, you only smoke my weed, you don't contribute anything else


Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we need half like a foo-foo
Contribute some money, because where I am from, we need to share the cost like a fool




Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., MIKE MESZY PUBLISHING
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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