The Luniz I Got 5 on It (Reprise) Lyrics

Chorus

Creep on in, on in (echos)
Woo.
See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
Whoooo!
Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE
I GOT FIVE!

Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*

(Knumskull)
I Got Five On It
I got five what you got n____?
(Yukmouth)
d___ I think I got two bucks in my sock n____.
(Knumskull)
Well that's that
f___ it
I think I got three bucks in my backpack
enough to get a phat sack.
(Yukmouth)
Hell yeah!
(Knumskull)
You got some zags?
(Yukmouth)
Not at all man.
(Knumskull)
Let's get some from the store.
(Yukmouth)
Fa sho, because a n____ need a Tall CAN.(not ken)
(Knumskull)
d___
open the door blood.
(Yukmouth)
n____ where my keys at?
(Knumskull)
I don't know?
(Yukmouth)
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
(Knumskull)
Oh here they go in my sock.
(Yukmouth)
Put your seatbelt on
cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
(Knumskull)
Well n____ bust a U-ey then.
(Yukmouth)
n____ fire up that doobie then.
(Knumskull)
Hell nah!
(Yukmouth)
You major skanless potna.
(Knumskull)
Well sue me then.
(Yukmouth)
Oh, be like that on a roach?
(Knumskull)
Nope, look at them hoes!
(Yukmouth)
Man f___ them tricks, n____ let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-b__-b__-boo!
Whoa! What the f___ wrong wit you?!
(Knumskull)
d___ I had a flash back
this n____ frontin me some yay
but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
(Yukmouth)
n____ what if the cash jack?
(Knumskull)
Oh it's cool
f___ this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.
(Yukmouth)
It's bad enough he got no tags on the Cutlass
(Knumskull)
Eh you know what? 84 is the closest.(84 not 84th 84 like the year 84)
(Yukmouth)
Yup
Oooh!
a fat a__ Hamp, n____ let's smoke this.
(Knumskull)
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(Yukmouth)
Why you bring that skanless a__ sack?
(Knumskull)
Man this s___ ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
(Yukmouth)
Roll it up then n____!
(Knumskull)
Haha, yeah!
(Yukmouth)
Let's go half on some liquor
yeah go get some Tango or something.
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
(Knumskull)
Aww man, s___ I ain't got nothing!
(Sorry)
(Knumskull)
Man I spend wit you all the time.
(Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine)
(Knumskull)
Aww f___ that!
(Yukmouth)
They didn't let you get the drank?
(Get out my store!)
(Knumskull)
Man I ain't trippin.

Chorus *(Mike Marshall)*

I got five on it
grab your 40
let's get kieth
I got five on it
f___in wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got five on it
n____ lets go half on a sack.

Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

I take a sack to the face
whenever I can
f___ a cruch
I be smokin that s___
til the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a Hampa
to burn slo
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
then
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cuz I'll be d___ed if you get high off me for free
f___ that
you betta bring your own s___ cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you better pass the
JOINT! n____ stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a p___ test for (to) P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with Chris
that n____ rollin up a fattie
but the Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that s___ had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
but I ain't f___in wit that
I think I'll stick to the crazy H
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that
I'm a lounge wit that
n____ bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but I know how to SMOKE!
I think I'm gonna hit it til my a__ choke.

*(chorus)* x2
*(during chorus)*

Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!
Dayyyymn!
I'm hella high. d___.
That's that indo.
Dayyyymn!
Only Oakland got that Doja like that.
Only the Town n____.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pass that s___ over here.

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

Playa
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 enuff on it
f___ wit the S the T, I-D-E-S
never the less
I'm hella fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
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 getin another stogie
n____s all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit s___
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before its history
cuz n____s be havin' them vaccum lungs
an if you let 'em hit it for free
you hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the d___ teasers
skeezers and weirdos
that be f___in off the land like Where tha bomb at?
Give me two bucks
you take a puff
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious
bomb will make a n____ go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cuz n____s snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie

*(chorus fades out)*