I GOT FIVE ON IT

THE LUNIZ FEAT. YUCKMOUTH



Chorus



Creep on in, on in (echoes)

Woo.



See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echoes)

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 nigga?

(Yukmouth)

Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga.

(Knumskull)

Well that's that

Fuck 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 nigga need a Tall Ken.

(Knumskull)

Damn

Open the door blood.

(Yukmouth)

Nigga 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 nigga bust a U-ey then.

(Yukmouth)

Nigga 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 fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!

Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!

Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?!

(Knumskull)

Damn I had a flash back

this nigga frontin me some yay

But you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.

(Yukmouth)

Nigga what if the cash jack?

(Knumskull)

Oh it's cool

Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.

(Yukmouth)

It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass

(Knumskull)

Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.

(Yukmouth)

Yup

Oooh!

A fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this.

(Knumskull)

Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.

(Yukmouth)

Why you bring that skanless ass sack?

(Knumskull)

Man this shit ain't no punk.

Here smell this.

(Yukmouth)

Roll it up then nigga!

(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, shit 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 fuck 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 keyed

I got five on it

fuckin wit that Indo weed

I got five on it

it's got me stuck and I'm tore back

I got five on it

nigga lets go half on a sack.



Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*



I take a sack to the face

whenever I can

fuck a cruch

I be smokin that shit

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

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 damned if you get high off me for free

Fuck that

You betta bring your own shit chief

Wassup

Dont babysit that

You better pass the

JOINT! Nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma

Crack a 40 open homie

An guzzle it

Cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonely

I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.

I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro

An everytime we with Chris

That nigga Rollin up a fattie

But the Tanqueray straight had me

lit to the fullest extreme

there was gettin no higher

That shit had my chest on fire

Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight

But I ain't fuckin wit that

I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's

Bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that

I'm a lounge wit that

Nigga 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 ass choke.



*(Chorus)* x2

*(During chorus)*



Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!

Dayyyymn!

I'm hella high. Damn.

That's that indo.

Dayyyymn!

Only Oakland got that Doja like that.

Only the Town nigga.

Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.

What you talking about?

Pass that shit 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 enough on it

Fuck wit the S the 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

Its on,

Wrap my lips around a 40

And when it comes to get another stogie

Niggas 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 shit

Unless you pull out the phat crispy

Five-dollar bill

On the real before its history

Cuz niggas be having' them vacuum 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 dick teasers

skeezers and weirdos

That be fuckin 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 slurpy

the serious

bomb will make a nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy

I got more growin pains than Maggie

cuz niggas snag me

to take the dank out of the baggie



*(chorus fades out)