ฟังเพลงI Got 5 On It

I Got 5 on It - Bling Bling Bros

Lyrics by：Ellis/Foster/Gilmour/Husbands/King

Composed by：Ellis/Foster/Gilmour/Husbands/King

Creep on in on in on in

See I'm ridin' high woah

Kinda broke this evening y'all

So all I got is five I got five

Player 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 enough on it

Go get the S the T I-D-E-S

Nevertheless I'm hella fresh

Rollin' joints like the cigarette

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 the forty

And when it comes to getting another stogie

Fools all kick in like Shinobi

Shinobi

No he ain't my homie to begin with

It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit Bit

Unless you pull out the fat crispy

Five-dollar bill on the real before it's history

'Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs

And if you let 'em hit it for free

You hella dumb da-dumb-dumb

I come to school Nyoom with the Taylor on my earlobe

Avoidin' all the d**k teasers

Skeezers and weirdos

That be blowin' off the land like where the bomb at?

Give me two bucks you take a puff and pass my bomb back

Suck up that dank like a Slurpee

The serious

Bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy

I got more growin' pains than Maggie

'Cause 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' with that Indo w**d

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and can't go back

I got five on it

Come on let's go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face whenever I can

Don't need no crutch

I'm so keyed up 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 bruh

Hoochies can hit

But they know they got to pitch in

Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension

'Cause I'll be damned

If you get high off me for free

Hell no

You better bring your own spliff chief

What's up?

Don't be sit that

Better pass the joint

Stop hittin' 'cause you know you got asthma

Crack a 40 open homie

And guzzle it

'Cause I know the w**d in my system is gettin' lonely

I gotta take a whiz test to my PO

I know I failed

'Cause I smoked with w**d bro

And every time we with Chris

That fool rollin' up a fatty

But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it

Grab your '40 let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo w**d

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and I'm can't go back

I got five on it

Come on let's go half on a sack

Ayy make this right mane

Stop at the light mane

My yesterday thang got me

Hung off the night train

You fade I fade

So let's head to the East

We can stroll to 9

And we go hashishs

I wish I could fade the eighth

But I'm low-budget

Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass

Same old bucket

Foggy windows soggy Indo

I'm in the 'land gettin' smoked with my kinfolk

I been smoked

Yuk'll spray ya lay you down

Up in the O-A-K the Town

Homies don't play around

We down to blaze a pound

Then ease up speed up through the E-S-O

Drink the V-S-O-P up

With a lemon squeeze up

And everybody's rolled up

I'm the roller

That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja

Hold up suck up my w**d is all you

Kick in feed

'Cause where I be

We needs half like Umfufu

I got five on it

Grab your '40 let's get keyed

I got five on it

Messin' with that Indo w**d

I got five on it

It's got me stuck and I'm can't go back

I got five on it

Come on let's go half on a sack