I Got 5 On It Song Lyrics
Creep on inSee I’m riding highKinda broke you see so all I got is 5I got 5 on it
I got 5 on itI got 5, what you got nigga?Damn, I think I got 2 bucks in my sock, niggaWell that’s that; fuck it!I think I got 3 bucks in my backpackEnough to get a phat sackHell yeah!You got some zags?Not at all man
Let’s get some from the storeFa sho, because a nigga need a tall canDamn, open the door, BloodNigga, where my keys at?I don’t know
Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sackOh, here they are in my sockPut your seatbelt onCause there’s hella cops parked up the blockWell nigga bust a U-ie thenNigga, fire up that doobie then
Hell nah!You major scand’lous, partnaWell sue me thenOh, be like that on a roach?Nope, look at them hoes!Man fuck them tricks, nigga let’s get smoked!Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the fuck wrong with you?!Damn I had a flash backThis nigga fronting me some yayBut you know that he ain’t gonna get his cash backNigga what if the cash jack?Oh it’s cool
Fuck this, I’m putting it in the cutsIt’s bad enough he got no tags on the CutlassEh you know what? 84th is the closestYup. Oooh! A fat ass Tamp, nigga let’s smoke thisLet’s roll a blunt wit the skunkWhy you bring that scand’lous-ass sack?
Man this shit ain’t no punkHere smell thisRoll it up then nigga!Haha, yeah!Let’s go half on some liquorYeah go get some Tanquo or something
Aww man, shit I ain’t got nothing!(Sorry)Man I spend with you all the time(Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo’s Rossi Rine)Aw fuck that!They didn’t let you get the drank?(Get out my store!)Man, I ain’t trippin
I got 5 on itGrab your 40, let’s get keyedI got 5 on itFuckin with that Indo weedI got 5 on itIt’s got me stuck and I’m tore backI got 5 on itNigga lets go half on a sack!
I take a sack to the face whenever I canFuck a crutch; I be smoking that shitTil the joint be burning my handNext time I roll it in a TampaTo burn slow so the ashes won’t be burning up my hand, brahHoes want to hit but they know they got to pitch in
Then, I roll a joint that’s longer than your extensionCause I’ll be damned if you get high off me for freeFuck that, you better bring your own shit chiefWassup, don’t babysit thatYou better pass the jointNigga stop hitting cause you know you got asthma
Crack a 40 open homie and guzzle itCause I know the weed in my system is getting lonelyI gotta take a piss test for my P.OI know I failed cause I done smoked hella weed, broAn every time we with ChrisThat nigga rollin’ up a fattyBut the Tanqueray straight had me
Lit to the fullest extremeThere was getting no higherThat shit had my chest on fireDru Down was swigging to the face straightBut I ain’t fuckin with thatI think I’ll stick to the crazy 8’s
Bring me a bottle and I’m cool with thatI’mma a lounge with thatNigga bring me a phat sackI don’t know how to rollBut I know how to smoke!I think I’m gonna hit it til my ass choke
I got 5 on itGrab your 40, let’s get keyedI got 5 on itFuckin with that Indo weedI got 5 on itIt’s got me stuck and I’m tore backI got 5 on itNigga lets go half on a sack!
Player, give me some brew and I might just chillBut I’m the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress HillI steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on itI got some bucks on itBut it ain’t enough on itFuck with the S the T, I-D-E-S
Nevertheless I’m hella freshRolling joints like a cigaretteSo pass it cross the table like ping-pongI’m gone, beating my chest like King KongIt’s on, wrap my lips around a 40And when it comes to get another stogie
Niggas all kick in like ShinobiNummy ain’t my homie to begin withIt’s too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit shitUnless you pull out the phat crispy5 dollar bill on the real before its historyCause niggas be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for freeYou hella dum-da-dum-dum!I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobeAvoiding all the dick-teasersSkeezers and weirdosThat be fuckin’ off the land like “Where tha bomb at?”
Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb backSuck up the dank like a SlurpeeThe serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like Eddie MurphyI got more Growing Pains than MaggieCause niggas nag meTo take the dank out of the baggie
I got 5 on itGrab your 40, let’s get keyedI got 5 on itFuckin with that Indo weedI got 5 on itIt’s got me stuck and I’m tore backI got 5 on itNigga lets go half on a sack!