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- I Got 5 On It 歌詞 Luniz Michael Marshall
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- Michael Marshall I Got 5 On It 歌詞
- Luniz Michael Marshall
- People in Oakland Oakland
Woo see I'm ridin higher and higher woo-oo
Kinda broke so you know all I gots five I got five
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'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it but it ain't enuff on it
Go get the S-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 fourty
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No me ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
Five dollar bill on the real before its history
Cause fools be havin the vaccum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free
You hellar dum-dum-dum-dum
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
Avoidin all the thick teasers skeezers and weirdos
I be blowin up 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 nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
Cause homies nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie
I got five on it
Grab your fourty let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo ****
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Potna lets go half on a sack
I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can
Don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up
Till 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
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
Wassup don't make me sip that
Better pass the joint
Stop hittin cause you know you got Asthma
Crack a fourty open homie an guzzel it
Cause I know the **** in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my p to o
I know how I failed cause I done smoked major **** bro
An everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie
But the Tanqueray straight had me
I got five on it
Grab your fourty let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo ****
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Potna lets go half on a sack
Hey make this right man
Stop at the light man
My yester night thang got me hung off the night train
You fade I face
So let's head to da east
Hit the stroll to nine to zero so we can roll big hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
But I'm no budget
Still rollin a two door cutglass same 'ole bucket
Foggy windows soggy Indo
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
Been smoked
Yuk'll the sprayer lay it down(yuk stands for yukmouth)
Up in the oak the town
Homies don't play around
We down to blaze a pound
Then eaz up
Speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up I'm da rolla
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
Hold up suck up my **** as all you do
Kick in feed cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
I got five on it
Grab your fourty let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit that Indo ****
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Potna lets go half on a sack
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