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*
-well that's that,
i think i got 3 bucks in my backpack*
enough to get a phat*
-you got some zags*
-not at all man...
-let's get some from the store*
, because a nigga*
need a tall can*
open the door blood*
-nigga where my keys at?
-i don't know.
-remember, i gave 'em to you*
to get that weed*
-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*
-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*
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.
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
-roll it up then nigga!
-let's got half on some liquor
yeah go get some tango*
(eh, i got to see some i.d.)
-aww man, shit i aint got nothing!
-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*
grab your 40
, let's get keyed*
i got five on it
fuckin' with that indo
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
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*
you betta bring your own shit chief,
don't babysit that*
you better pass the joint
nigga stop hittin' cause you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie*
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
i don't know how to roll
but i know how to smoke!
i think i'm gonna hit it til my ass choke
i'm hella high, damn
that's that indo
only oakland got that doja*
only the town nigga
eh man quit hoggin' up the joint*
, man you baby sittin*
what you talking about?
pass that shit over here*
, 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*
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
beatin' my chest like king kong
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
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*
, 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*
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*
to take the dank*
out of the baggie!