I Got 5 On It
Luniz Lyrics

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