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	Artist: Luniz Song Title: I Got 5 On It Album: Operation Stackola
Creep on in on in Wooh see I'm ridin' high wooh Kinda broke it seems to ya'll so all I got is 5 I got 5 I got 5 on it I got 5 what you got n**? Damn I think I got 2 bucks in my sack n Wooh that's that f* it I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack enough to get a phat sack Hell yeah! "You got some sacks?" Not at all man Let's gets 'em from the Sto for sure cuz a n** needs a tall kid Damn (fool) open the do' blood n where my keys at? Oh no 'memba I gave them to you to get that weed sack Oh here they go with my sack hey put yo' seatbelt on Cuz it's helicops parked up the block Well n bust a ??? then n fopped that Doobie did Hell no you made yo' scandalous well sue me then Aaahh we like that on a roach Nope look at them hoes man f* them tricks N** let's get smoked Pass the Doobie to the left biddie-bam-bam-boom Wooh what tha f* wrong with you?! Damn I had a flashback this n** frontin' me some yank But you know that he ain't gon' get his cash back N what if the ol' school jammed? F* this I put it in the cut Is that enough? We got no tags on the curlers Hey you know what? 84 is tha closest yep ooh A phat a hamp n lets smoke this Lets roll a blunt with tha skunk Why you bring tha ??? at sack Hey man this s* ain't no punk roots know this Roll it up then n**! Yeah let's go half on some liquor Yeah hey go get some tangle with somethin' Ooh man s* I ain't got nuthin' (Then get back then)Man I steal with ya'll the ??? Aaah f* that maaaan! (I won't let ya get the drank man) I ain't trippin' I got 5 on it grab ya 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it fin' with that Indo weed I got 5 on it it's got me stuck and not yo' back I got 5 on it n* let's go half on a sack I take a sack to the face whenever I can F* a crutch I be smokin' that s* Til the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a Tampa To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand bro Hoes wanna hit but they know they gotta pitch in then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cuz I be damned if you got higher off me for free F* that you betta bring your own s* chief Wassup don't baby sip that you betta pass tha... Joint nz stop hittin' cuz ya know ya got asthma Crack the 40 open homey and guzzle it Cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a piss test to my P-O I know I failed cuz I did smoke tell her weed bro And everytime we with Crisp that n rollin' up a phat But the Tanqueray straight had me Lit to the fullest extreme there was gettin' no hire That s* had my chest on fire Dru Down was swingin' to the face straight But I ain't f*in' with that I think I'll stick to the crazy age Bring me a bottle and I'm cool with that I'ma lounge with that N bring me a phat sack I don't how to roll but I know how to smoke I think I'm gonna hit it til my eyes choke I got 5 on it grab ya 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it fin' with that Indo weed I got 5 on it it's got me stuck and not yo' back I got 5 on it n* let's go half on a sack Playa gimme some brew and 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 F* with the S-t. I-D-E-S never the less I'm hella fresh Rollin' joints like a cigarette (hit it...n**) 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 get another stogie Nz all kickin' like Shinobi Know me ain't my homey to begin with It's too many heads to be popped and let my friend hit s* Unless ya pull out the phat Crispy 5 dolla' bill on the real before it's history Cuz n**z be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dumbdumb-dumb-dumb I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe Be avoidin' all the d* teasers skeezers and weirdo's That be f*in' off the land like "Where the bomb at?" Gimme 2 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 delirious like Eddie Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie cuz nz nag me To take the dank out of the baggy I got 5 on it grab ya 40 let's get keyed I got 5 on it fin' with that Indo weed I got 5 on it it's got me stuck and not yo' back I got 5 on it n*** let's go half on a sack