I Got 5 On It chords by Luniz

Intro:
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People in Oakland
Oakland
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See I'm ridin' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
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Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five
I got five

Verse 1:
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Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
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But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
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I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
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I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
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Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
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Nevertheless
I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
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So pass it across the table, like ping pong
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I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong
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It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
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And when it comes to getting another stogie
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Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
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No, he ain't my homie to begin with
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It's too many hands to be poppin' up, let my friend hit it
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Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
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Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
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€˜Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
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And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
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I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
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Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
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That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at "
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Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bong back
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Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
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Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
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I got more growing pains than Maggie
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€˜Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

Chorus:
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I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
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I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
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I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
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I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack

Verse 2:
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I take sacks to the face whenever I can
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Don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up
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'Til the joint be burning my hand
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Next time I roll it in a hampa
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To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
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Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
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Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
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€Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
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Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
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What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
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Stop hitting, €˜cause you know you got asthma
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Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
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Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
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I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
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I know I failed, ‘cause I done smoked major weed, bro
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And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
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But the Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus:
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I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
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I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Gbmaj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9                                        F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack

Verse 3: Numskull:
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Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
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My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
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You fade
I face, so let's head to the East
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Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
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I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
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Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
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Foggy windows, soggy Indo
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I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk

Verse 4: Yukmouth:
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Been smoked
Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
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Up in the O-A-K, the Town
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Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
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Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
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Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
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And everybody's rolled up
I'm the roller
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That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
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Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
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Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu

Hook:
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I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
Bbm9                                       Bbm/Ab
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Gbmaj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Gbmaj9                                        F#9#5/A
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack