Luniz - I got 5 on it
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[Intro]
Bbm9People in Oakland, OaklanBbm/Abd
See I'm riGbmaj9din' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
F#9#5/A
Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five
[Verse 1]
Bbm9Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
Bbm9But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
Bbm9I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
Bbm9I got some bucks on it, bBbm/Abut it ain't enough on it
Gbmaj9Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Gbmaj9Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
Gbmaj9So pass it across the table, like ping pong
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong
Bbm9It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
Bbm9And when it comes to getting another stogie
Bbm9Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
Bbm9No, he ain't my homie to begin with
Bbm9It's too many hands to be Bbm/Abpoppin' up, let my friend hit it
Gbmaj9Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Gbmaj9Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
Gbmaj9Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
Bbm9I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Bbm9Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
Bbm9That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
Bbm9Give me two bucks, you take a Bbm/Abpuff, and pass my bong back
Gbmaj9Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
Gbmaj9Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
Gbmaj9I got more growing pains than Maggie
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
[Chorus]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed
Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 2]
Bbm9I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Bbm9Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
Bbm9'Til the joint be burning my hand
Bbm9Next time I roll it in a hampa
Bbm9To burn slow, so the ashes won't be Bbm/Abburning up my hand, bruh
Gbmaj9Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Gbmaj9Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
Gbmaj9Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
Bbm9What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
Bbm9Stop hitting, cause you know you got asthma
Bbm9Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
Bbm9Cause I know the weed in my systemBbm/Ab is gettin' lonely
Gbmaj9I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
Gbmaj9I know I failed, âcause I done smoked major weed, bro
Gbmaj9And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
F#9#5/A
But the Tanqueray straight had me
[Chorus]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed
Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[Verse 3: Numskull]
Bbm9Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
Bbm9My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
Bbm9You fade, I face, so let's head to the East
Bbm9Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can Bbm/Abroll big hashish
Gbmaj9I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Gbmaj9Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Gbmaj9Foggy windows, soggy Indo
F#9#5/A
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Bbm9Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
Bbm9Up in the O-A-K, the Town
Bbm9Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
Bbm9Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Bbm9Drink the V-S-O-PBbm/Ab up with a lemon squeeze up
Gbmaj9And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
Gbmaj9That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Gbmaj9Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu
[Hook]
Bbm9I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9I got five on it; messin' with that Indo Bbm/Abweed
Gbmaj9I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9 F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack