Who Rock the Party
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20 Blunts a Day Like they always say, what's good for Num Is always good…
5 On It Player, give me some brew an I might just chill But…
5 On It (Remixx) Kinda broke this evening yall So all I got is 5 I…
5150 Behold, your highness, the Luniz are here Bring them in Man …
900 Blame A Nigga "Always gotta blame a god damn nigga 900 blame a nigga" "Alw…
911 Walkin down the street watchin ladies All night watchin me w…
Broke Hos (You gotta have a J-O-B If you wanna be with me) 'Cause…
Broke Niggaz [Chorus] Broke niggas make the best crooks Ya best look …
Capable *(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)* Southwest Ridas…
Circumstances Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm one left with…
Dirty Raps Intro pt. 1: Dru Down I's um, like chillin in the…
Funkin Over Nuthin *(Radio personality talking)* Really hasn't been brought…
Funkin Over Nuthin' (Radio*personality talking) Really* hasn't been brought up …
Girl [Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man can g…
Girl Ft. Crooked I [Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man ca…
Handcuff Your Hoes (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Ha…
Highest N***az In The Industry CHALL ONGE! Uh I challenge you be Legit an E…
Hypnotize Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard…
I Got 5 0n It Player, give me some brew an I might just chill But…
I Got 5 On It Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
I Got 5 On It (Remix) [Intro] Ha hah, the remix.. five on it! We creepin in too,…
I Got 5 On It - Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
I Got 5 On It Lyrics Player, give me some brew an I might just chill, But…
i got 5on it Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
I Got Five On It Origin Player, give me some brew an I might just chill, But…
I Got Five On It Remix Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
I've Got Five On It I got 5 on it, I got 5 Whachyou got nigga? Damn,…
I'm a Raider Yo yo I'm from da land of the playa, slick…
I've Got Five On It Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
In My Nature [Verse 1] As I precede to count my dividends Plenty…
Is it Cool to Fuck Is it cool to fuck? (bitch, whatcha want to do) If not…
Issues I think it was Friday night, I met her at…
Ive Got Five On It Creep on in (on in, on in) Whoa, see I'm ridin'…
Jus Mee & U Nummy Num playboy I remember when we was hella broke dude We…
Just A Freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass…
Killaz On The Payroll Welcome. Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonn…
Live Yo Life Hennessy! (Hindu) Pass it! (Ahhh) It's yo life. It's yo…
My Baby Mama (Intro: Yukmouth) Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a ba…
My Buddy Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my…
Narcotics [Woman Talking] [Numskull] When I first tried E I was 15…
Oakland Raiders Yo yo, I'm from the land of the playas, slick…
Operation Stackola Posted up in the cut To make a buck I had…
Opération stackola Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* Posted up in the cut to make a buck…
Phillies [Chorus] P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S. We mess wi…
Pimps Playas & Hustlas Nigga, what's hap'nin? Who we got in here? Nigga, ain't this…
Pimps Playaz & Hustlas [Chorus] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all …
Playa Hata Why you wanna playa hate on me? Oh baby Oh yeah Why you…
Plead Guilty *(in the background)* Man that's all he gets is a year…
Put the Lead on Ya What the fuck is this? They're for the bullet holes, puta! …
Questions Dun dun dun dun dun duh [Chorus] The only way that I…
Ring My Bell Damn What's up!? (It's me mayne, Money Green!) I'm tired …
Sad Millionaire Can I do my thang?? *(Yukmouth)* Speak on it. *(…
Scope I know the whole deal on you tramps[4x] [Verse 1 -…
She's Just A Freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass…
Shes Just A Freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass…
So Much Drama Nik Nack is in the house for the four My…
The Highest Niggaz In The Industry CHALL ONGE! Uh I challenge you be Legit an E…
We Got More Mammy zammy damn there's nothin to me But…
Welcome to the Bay (Yukmouth) I'm still out here my nigga You can't tell Still …
Where I've Been All Day I'm spoilin' all bitches!! Uh, If ya want to, Side to si…
X.O Chorus: 1x Would ya quit fuckin my high off Cause it's got…
X.O. [Chorus: 1x] Would ya quit, fucking me high off Cause it's c…
Y Do Thugz Die Thugs die, why me? [Verse 1] [Numskull:] All eyes on …



Yello Brick Road [Chorus: x2]) It's the ice cream man, Bitch don't you hear…


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Lyrics:

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



subs raps

: Michael Marshall]
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

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
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
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 the forty
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it Bit
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
‘Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the dick 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 that 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


: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it (got it, good), grab your '40, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' with 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, partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 2: Numskull]
I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn
Slow, so the ashes won't be burning 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 (hahaha)
‘Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the
Joint, stop hitting, ‘cause you know you 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, but the Tanqueray straight had me

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your '40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack


 3: Numskull]
Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
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 rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you 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 the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu

[Chorus: Michael Marshall]
I got five on it; grab your '40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack



Alex Evans

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
5 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,
Till 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



Amiyah rae

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



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philly_sports

I never thought that you could make this chill, relaxed song very creepy but Jordan Peele managed to pull it off.

Sebastian Cortalano

philly_ sports how is this song creepy

IAteFire

The beat sounds like an 80s horror theme, sounds like a minor scale as well

BROKExBENTLEY

i cant even listen to this song anymore without watching over my shoulder o.O

Gabriela Madrigal

Still a banger tho...

FreckleFace58

*the composer

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Darth Voidox

Who wishes rap stayed like this

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Bruh fr tho facts

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Thank you

Broke Girl

They suck so hard now. Style blows 2020 they dont how to make something raw idk

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