Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: LunizНазвание : I Got Five On ItДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop gangsta rap bay area Видео:
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[Chorus] 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 [Yukmouth] 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 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, 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 [Chorus] 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 (Knumskull) 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, cheif 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 lonley 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 [Chorus] [Knumskull] 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 eighth 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 [Yukmouth] 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 [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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