i got five on it^*

• luniz diye bir rap grubunun bir parcasi.
• burada "five", 5 amerikan dolarini temsil etmektedir ve bu 5 dolarla weed alinmaktadir bir dealerdan. sarkinin olayi budur. tipik afro-american yani zenci muhabbetidir.
• soyleyen grubun adi 'da luniz' dir.
• 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
• 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
  kısmı en sevilen tavana yazılası kısmıdır yazan yazmıştır da...yazmış kişi sozlukten olmadığı içinde bkz vermiyom...
• yeni yeni ısınmaya çalıştığım newskool gangster rap'in bence en iyilerindendir bu parça, tabii ki timex social club'ın eski üyesi mike marshall'ın da katkılarını unutmamak lazım, ilginç bir şekilde '96 yazını ve bodrum'u hatırlatır bana. parçada kullanılan sample'lar ise:
  
  steve millers band - fly like an eagle
  kool and the gang - jungle boogie
  club nouveau - why you wanna treat me so bad
• küçükken bellz ile beraber defalarca dinlediğimiz şahane parça.
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  (bkz: california love)
  (bkz: all that she wants)
• beat inin,p.diddyve r kellynin ortak yapımı olan satisfy youadlı muhteşem eserde kullanıldığı,bir o kadar muhteşem şarkı..