I Got 5 On It Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Am][Am][Am][G]
[F][F][F][F][G#dim]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Player, give me some brew
and I might just chill
But I'm the type
that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
[G]But it ain't enough on it
[F]Go get the S the T, I-D-E-S
Nevertheless I'm hella fresh
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass it cross the table like ping-pong
I'm gone, beating my [G#dim]chest like King Kong
It's [Am]on, wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be [G]popping
to let my friend hit [F]bit
Unless you pull out the phat crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before its history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free
You hella [G#dim]dum-da-dum-dum!

[Verse 2]
[Am]I come to school
with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the dick-teasers
Skeezers and weirdos
That be fuckin' off the land like
"Where tha bomb at?"
Give me 2 bucks,
you take a [G]puff and pass my bomb back
[F]Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb
will make a nigga go delirious
like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
Cause niggas nag me
To take the [G#dim]dank out of the baggie

[Chorus 1]
I got [Am]5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo [G]weed
I got [F]5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets go half on a [G#dim]sack

[Verse 3]
I take sacks to the [Am]face
whenever I can, don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up
till the joint be burnin' my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow, so the ashes
won't be [G]burnin' up my hand, bruh
[F]Hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint
that's longer than your extension (Hahahaha)
'Cause I'll be damned
if you get high off me for free
Hell, no!
You better [G#dim]bring your own spliff, chief
[Am]What's up? Don't babysit 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 weed in my [G]system
is gettin' lonely
[F]I gotta take a whiz test to my PO
I know I failed
'cause I done smoked major weed, bro
And every time we with Chris,
that fool rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanque[G#dim]ray straight had me

[Chorus 2]
I got [Am]5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo [G]weed
I got [F]5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets go half on a [G#dim]sack

[Verse 4]
[Am]Ayy, make this right, mane,
stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thang
got me hung off the night train
You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0,
so we can [G]roll big hashishs
[F]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 [G#dim]kinfolk, Ibeen smoked
[Am]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 [G]up,
with a lemon squeeze [F]up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt
out of a bunch of sticky doja (Wouh)
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do,
kick in feed
'Cause where I be, we needs [G#dim]half like Umfufu

[Chorus 3]
I got [Am]5 on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that Indo [G]weed
I got [F]5 on it
It's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got 5 on it
Partner lets go half on a [G#dim]sack
[Am]