Luniz - I Got 5 On It Full [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I got 5 on it, i got 5
Whachyou got nigga?
Damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga
Well dats dat, f**k it
I think i got 3 bucks in my back pack
Enough to get a fat sack
You got some zags?
Not at all man. let get some from the sto
Fo sho because a nigga need a tall can
Open the door blood, nigga where my keys at?
Oh no i gave them to you get get that weed sac
Oh here they go, wit my sock
Hey put your seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block
Well nigaa bust a uey then
Nigga fire up dat doobie den
Hell naw, you made it scandolous partnah
Well sue me then
Ohh we like that on a roach, nope look at them hoes
Man f**k them tricks nigga lets get smoked
Pass the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom
Whoa what the f**k wrong wit you
Damn i had a flash back
This nigga fronted me some yay
But you know that he ain't gon'got his cash back
F**k this im puttin it in the cutless
Man you know we ain't got no tags on the cutless
Hey you know what 84th is the closest
A fat ass half nigga lets smoke this
Lets roll a blunt with the skunk
Why you bring this scandolous ass sac
This shit ain't no pump
Hmm smell this............roll it up then nigga
Hey lets go half on some liquor
Hey go get some tango or something
(you got some ID?)
Ohhh man shit i ain't got nuthin
Man i spend with you all the time
(sorry no ID, no colors i see blind)
Ohh f**k that maaan
(why dont you get of my store niggah)
Man i ain't trippin

I got 5 on it
Grab your 40
Let get keyed
I got 5 on it
F**kin with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
Got me stuck and now toke back
I got 5 on it
Nigga lets go half on a sack

I take a sack to the face
When ever i can, f**k a crutch
I be smokin that shit till the joint be burnin my hand
Next time im rollin in the tamba
To burn slopes so that ashes won't be burnin up my hand bro
Hoes wanna hit but they know
They gotta pitch in then
I roll a joint that longer than your extention
Cuz ill be damn if you get high off me for free

F**k that you better bring your own shit G
Whats up dont babysit that
You better pass the joint nigga stop hittin
Cuz you know you got asthma
Crack the 40 open homie and guzzel it
Cuz i know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test to my P.O
I know i'll fail cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro
And every time we with chris that nigga rollin up fatty.....
But the tangaray straight had me
Lit to the fullest extreme
There was gettin no higher
That shit had my chest on fire
Dru hill was swingin to the face straight
But i ain't f**kin with that
I think ill stick to the crazy 8's
Bring me a bottle and im cool wit that
Im'a lounge with that
Nigga bring me a fat sack
I dont know how to roll
But i know how to smoke
I think im gonna hit it til my ass choke

Chorus

Playa, bring me some brew
And im might just chill
But im 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 in ain't enough on it
F**k with the S-T-D-I-D-E-S
Nevertheless im hella fresh
Rollin joints like a cigerette, (hit it)
So pass across the table like ping-pong
Im gone
Beatin my chest like king kong
Its on
Wrap my lips around a 40
When it comes to get another stogie
Niggas all kick in like shinobi
No he ain't my homie to begin with
Its to many heads to be poppin at my friend
Hit shit
Unless you pull out the fat crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before its history
Cuz niggas be haven them vaccuum lungs
And if you let'em hit for free
You hella dumb-duh-dumb-dumb
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
Avoiden all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
Yall be f**kin off the land, like where the bomb at
Gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my bong back
Suck up the dank like a slurpie
This serious bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy
I got more growin' pains than maggie
Cause niggas nag me
To take the dank out of the baggie

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