Текст песни Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)
Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix) слова песни
[Chorus x2] I got 5 on it Just got paid and I wanna smoke big I got 5 on it Put a 5 on a sack and we can blow big[Knumskull] Open the chips[Yukmouth] Open the fifth, let`s get licked[Y] Cos I`m on one[K] I grab the drink but that bag boy was a strong one[Y] I`m strong like Van Damme[K] Hell no, more like Bam Bam[Y] Oooohhh!!![K] Almost got my ass slammed, til I hopped in the Trans Am[Y] With the, pozzi rear, no fear, rowdy sideways to these hoes house[K] Eh give me my take[Y] Why?[K] So I can get that stoge out[Y] Save it for later player, these [BLANK] better fader, Vader[K] But if they don`t then (see ya later gator) I`m not a player hater, I just need weed[Y] Why lie, like Houdini pulls a rabbit out of his sleeve[K] Sticky icky, green leaf, so we can blow big Man I`m so high I done forgot where these niggas live[Y] What? Go get the pager digits fool[K] It was in my pocket[Y] What you sayin?[K] I don`t know where da hell it is[Y] Man that`s why they call you Knumskull because your brain froze and everythang`s stolen hole in your pocket with gold chain showin, hehe[K] Aaah Yukmouth, dustmouth[Y] What?[K] You swoopin to the left this way, you better stop blowin ya breath this way[Y] Now say, if po-po was on our ass[K] No they ain`t stockin![Y] Man they on our ass I AIN`T BULLSHITTIN!!![K] You best ta hit a coupla corners, be swayz off the Alize before your ride get took for thirty days[Y] Fool you crazy[K] I`m hittin 80 in a high speeder Go all out, can`t wash no drawers out in Santa RitaChorus x 2[Knumskull]Forget 5 on a sack cos I quit, almost had a seizureSmokin the straight-up leaves had a brother keyed like lei-zureBut forever got on-them`s on that drink thoughYour talkin about choosin links, I pulls out my whole bankroll(Man you got 5 on e`rything, huh?) Dude who asked youto speak? You`re too cheap cos I got 5 on the gas tooI passed you da hemp (5-0) but you never gave it backcos you too busy tryin to play the mackWhat`s your name? (Money Green) Money seen, money goneBustarama, look like you never ever had a homePut 5 on the Hindu, player let`s drink(Man I would if I could) But you can`t, so play the linkFools whistle dixie, don`t got no scratch and try to lieQuick to hop in my hooptie and try to rideSlide yo, it`s over, you don`t got loot, your ride stankAnd don`t try to grab my drank, boiChorus x 2[Yukmouth]Yuk`ll spray ya, lay ya downUp in the O-A-K the TownHomies don`t play around, we down to blaze a poundThen ease up, speed up thru the E-S-ODrink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze upin everybody`s throater, I`m the rollerthat`s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosiaHold up, suck up my weed is all you doKick in feed, cos where I be`s we needs half like them foo-fooComin from your true blue, funks J the periodJ period`s strapped with AK, somethin seriousDelirious brain and thought mushrooms, it`s like when I inhaleget smoked for my dead homies and, folks that`s up in jailI shoulda been down with Redman cos my Possebe Pistol Packin`, actin a fool off that RozziAlize, equals one mo` casual-tayFor cash I mass move ghetto in a camp like Alloway, heyChorus x 4