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

"I Got Five on It" is a song by American hip hop duo Luniz, which was released in 1995. The song title refers to the phrase โ€œIโ€™ve got five dollars on it,โ€ which means contributing five dollars to purchase something in a communal setting. The song talks about smoking marijuana and getting high with friends, sharing the cost of the weed, and enjoying each other's company. The song is a call for friends to come together and enjoy each otherโ€™s company despite their differences.


The song has several verses, each by a different member of the group. The first verse talks about the struggles of living with limited funds but still enjoying life to the fullest. The second verse is about smoking weed and how it brings people together. The third verse speaks about the camaraderie that comes with sharing drugs with friends. The chorus speaks about the group contributing their five dollars towards the cost of the weed, while the verse talks about smoking it and enjoying the feeling with the group.


Line by Line Meaning

Creep on in (on in, on in)
The singer is inviting someone into their situation.


Whoa, see I'm ridin' high (whoa)
The singer is currently under the influence of drugs and is feeling good.


Kinda broke this evening, y'all
The singer doesn't have much money at the moment.


So all I got's five, I got five
The artist only has five dollars to spend.


Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
The artist is asking for a drink and would be willing to relax if they receive one.


But I'm the type that like to light another joint
The singer prefers smoking marijuana over other methods of relaxation.


Like Cypress Hill
The singer is comparing their love of smoking marijuana to the well-known group, Cypress Hill.


I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
The artist is known to take other people's marijuana and smoke it, even spitting on it in the process.


I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
The artist has some money but not enough to buy the amount of marijuana they want.


Go get the S, the T, I-D-E-S
The artist is requesting that someone go and get something to drink (ST Ides).


Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh
Even though the singer is low on money and marijuana, they are still in good spirits and feeling confident.


Rollin' joints like a cigarette (yeah)
The artist is skilled at rolling marijuana cigarettes.


So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong
The marijuana cigarette is being passed around the table like a ping pong ball in a game.


I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong
The singer is feeling the effects of the marijuana and is acting like an animal, specifically King Kong.


It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
The singer is drinking a 40 oz. bottle of alcohol.


And when it comes to get another stogie
The artist needs another marijuana cigarette.


Fools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)
It is unfair for the artist's friends to expect them to provide marijuana for everyone.


No, he ain't my homie to begin with
The singer is not close friends with the person asking for drugs.


It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent
The singer can't allow their friend to get too intoxicated because they are in a situation with a lot of people.


Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
The artist is willing to share marijuana if someone pays for it.


Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history
It will cost five dollars to acquire the marijuana, and the artist doesn't want to miss the opportunity to buy it.


'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
Some of the people around the artist are very skilled at smoking marijuana.


And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
The people the singer is with will not appreciate getting marijuana for free, so it is best not to offer it to them.


I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe
The artist is fashionable and wears jewelry to school.


Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
The singer doesn't want to interact with people they feel are bothersome or strange.


That be blowing off the land like, "Where the bomb at?"
People the singer is avoiding are asking where they can find drugs.


Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
The singer is willing to share marijuana if someone gives them money and passes the drug back after taking a hit.


Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The artist is inhaling the marijuana smoke deeply, like drinking from a straw in a Slurpee drink.


The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
This line is a reference to Eddie Murphy's comedy routine, specifically his jokes about marijuana causing people to act differently.


I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
The singer has experienced more difficult situations and struggles than Maggie, the main character in the TV show 'Growing Pains.'


'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
The people the singer is with are bothering them to give them drugs from their personal stash.


I got five on it (got it good)
The artist has five dollars to spend on drugs and is happy about it.


Grab your 40, let's get keyed
The artist and their friends are going to drink and smoke marijuana together.


Messin' wit that Indo weed
They are smoking a specific type of marijuana called 'Indo.'


It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
The high from the marijuana is affecting the singer heavily.


Partna, let's go half on a sack
The artist suggests sharing the responsibility and cost of buying drugs with a friend.


I take sacks to the face whenever I can
The singer takes hits of marijuana whenever possible, with no hesitation.


Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
The singer doesn't need any additional substances to enhance their high from the marijuana.


'Til the joint be burnin' my hand
The singer will continue smoking a marijuana cigarette until it is almost completely gone, even if it burns their hand.


Next time I roll it in a hampa
The artist plans to roll a marijuana cigarette using a 'hampa,' which is a type of leaf.


To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
The artist wants the marijuana cigarette to burn slowly so that the ashes don't fall and burn their hand.


Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in
Women can smoke marijuana with the singer and their friends, but they are expected to contribute money towards buying it.


Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
The singer is skilled at rolling marijuana cigarettes and can make them longer than other people's cigarettes.


'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
The artist is not willing to give away marijuana without being compensated for it.


Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief (got it good)
The artist is telling people they must bring their own marijuana cigarettes if they want to smoke with them.


What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
The artist wants someone to stop hogging the marijuana cigarette and to pass it to the next person.


Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got asthma
Someone is having trouble breathing after taking hits of marijuana and should stop smoking for their health.


Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
The artist is suggesting someone open and drink a 40 oz. bottle of alcohol.


'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
The singer is drinking alcohol to enhance the high from the marijuana they've been smoking.


I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O.
The singer has to take a urine test for their probation officer.


I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
The singer is confident they will fail their drug test because they have been smoking a lot of marijuana.


And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty (oowee)
Chris is known for rolling large, high-quality marijuana cigarettes.


But the Tanqueray straight had me
The artist is feeling the effects of drinking a straight shot of Tanqueray gin.


Ayy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man
The singer is asking the driver to stop at a red light.


My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
The singer had an experience the previous night that has left them feeling intoxicated and disoriented.


You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
Both the artist and their friend are feeling the effects of drugs and alcohol and are heading to the eastern part of town.


Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
The artist and their friend are going to a specific location to buy 'hashish,' a type of concentrated marijuana.


I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
The artist would like to buy a large amount of marijuana, but doesn't have enough money to do so.


Still rolling a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
The singer is still driving the same, old car they've had for a while.


Foggy windows, soggy Indo
The windows of the car are foggy from the use of drugs and the marijuana is becoming damp from the steam.


I'm in the 'Land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
The singer is in Oakland, California getting high with their family.


I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down (got it good)
The singer is getting high and is ready to fight anyone who tries to challenge them.


Up in the O-A-K the Town
The singer is in Oakland, which is often referred to as 'the Town.'


Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
The artist's friends are serious about smoking marijuana and are willing to smoke a large amount of it.


Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Now that the artist and their friends have gotten high, they are ready to leave the area quickly.


Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
The singer is suggesting they drink VSOP cognac with a squeeze of lemon.


And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
Everyone has smoked marijuana and the singer is the one who rolled the cigarette.


That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja (oowee)
The artist is skilled at rolling marijuana cigarettes, even with marijuana that is difficult to work with.


Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do (got it good)
The artist is telling someone not to just smoke their marijuana cigarettes without contributing anything.


Kick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we needs half like Umfufu
The artist and their friends are expecting their guests to contribute half of the money needed for buying marijuana.




Lyrics ยฉ CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND, 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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