i got five on it *
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luniz diye bir rap grubunun bir parcasi.
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burada "five", 5 amerikan dolarini temsil etmektedir ve bu 5 dolarla weed alinmaktadir bir dealerdan. sarkinin olayi budur. tipik afro-american yani zenci muhabbetidir.
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soyleyen grubun adi 'da luniz' dir.
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people in oakland...oakland
woo, see i'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya 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
nevertheless,
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 40,
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
cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
i come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers,
skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off 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
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie
i got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
i got five on it,
messin' wit that indo weed
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 sac
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
cos i'll be damned
if you get high off me for free
hell naw,
you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup,
don't make me sip that,
better pass the
joint!
stop hittin
'cos you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open, homie,
an guzzel it,
cos i know the weed
in my system is gettin lonely
i gotta take a whiz test to my p-o
i know i failed
cos i done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with chris
that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the tanqueray straight had me
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 9-0
so we can roll big, hot sheets
i wish i could fade the ache
but i've no budget,
still rollin' a two door cutlass
same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
smokin' indo,
i'm in tha land
gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
been smoked,
yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the oak the town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the eso,
drink the vsop with a lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up,
i'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out
of a buncha sitcky dosia hold up,
suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed,
cause where i be's
we need tab like a foo-foo -
jungle mixed by aphrodite
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95 yılında the luniz tarafından operation stackola albümünde single olarak yayınlandığında michael jackson'u 1 numaradan indiren şarkıdır i got 5 on it. yukmouth ve knumskull isimli rapper kardeşler tarafından söylenir. luniz bu şarkıdan sonra başka hit çıkaramamış, ama i got five on it duyulduğu günden itibaren bir rappin' klasiği olagelmiş. huzurlarınızdaki mike marshall vocal remix'i olduğu için şarkının sözleri farklı. dinlediğim ve hastası olduğum ilk hip hop rap şarkılarından biri olduğu için ekstra şahanedir.
genç dealer'ların marşı olan şarkı, nigga kankaların arabada takılma, okulda satış yapma muhabbetleri üzerine.
-i got 5 on it
i got 5, what you got nigga ?
-damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock* nigga.
-well that's that,
fuck it
i think i got 3 bucks in my backpack*
enough to get a phat* sack*
-hell yeah!
-you got some zags*?
-not at all man...
-let's get some from the store*
-fa sho*, because a nigga* need a tall can*
-damn*
open the door blood*
-nigga where my keys at?
-i don't know.
-remember, i gave 'em to you* to get that weed* sack.
-oh here they go in my sock*.
-put your seatbelt on
cause there's hella cops* parked up the block.
-well nigga bust a u-ey then!
-nigga fire up that doobie* then.
-hell no*
-you major skanless potna*! (bkz: kanka ortamları)
-well sue me then*.
-oh, be like that* on a roach*?
-nope, look at them hoes*!
-man fuck them tricks*, nigga let's get smoke!
-pass the doobie* to the left, biddy-bum-bum-boo!
whoa! what the fucks wrong wit you?
-damn i had a flashback,
this nigga frontin' me* some yay*
but you know that he aint gonna get his cash back.
-nigga what if the cash jack*?
-oh it's cool
fuck this, i'm puttin' it in the cuts*.
-it's bad enough he got no tags on the cutlass*
-eh you know what, 84 is the closest.
-yup
oooh!
a fat ass hamp, nigga let's smoke this* !
-let's roll a blunt with the skunk.
-why you bring that skanless ass sack?
-man this shit aint no punk
here smell* this.
-roll it up then nigga!
-haha, yeah.
-let's got half on some liquor
yeah go get some tango* or something!
(eh, i got to see some i.d.)
-aww man, shit i aint got nothing!
(sorry)
-man i spend with you all the time!
(sorry no i.d., no colors icy bine*)
-aww, fuck that!
-they didn't let you get the drink?
(get out my store)
-man i aint trippin*
i got five* on it
grab your 40, let's get keyed*
i got five on it
fuckin' with that indo weed
i got five on it
it's got my stuck and i'm tore back
i got five on it
nigga let's go half on a sack*
i take a sack* to the face*
whenever i can
fuck the crutch
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 join that's longer than your extension*
cause i'll be damned if you get high off me for free*
fuck that*
you betta bring your own shit chief,
wassup
don't babysit that*!
you better pass the joint!
nigga stop hittin' cause you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie*
and guzzel* it
cause i know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely*
i gotta take a piss test for my p.o.
but i know i failed cause 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 aint fuckin' with that
i think i'll stick to the 8's*
bring me a bottle and i'm cool with it
i'm a lounge with 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
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*
playa*, give me 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 enuff* on it
f'k with the s the 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 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 niggass be havin' 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 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 delirious like eddie murphy
i got more growin' pains than maggie*
cuz niggas snag* me,
to take the dank* out of the baggie! -
give me some brew an i might just chill,but i'm the type that like to light another joint like cypress hill
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steve millers band - fly like an eagle
kool and the gang - jungle boogie
club nouveau - why you wanna treat me so bad -
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