Who raps the song " I got 5 on it"?

Answer 1

The Luniz

Answer 2

The Luniz

Answer 3

Luniz

Answer 4

Luniz

Answer 5

Luniz

Answer 6

Luniz it's a great track!

Answer 7

The Luniz. You can Download it from:

http://bearshare.all-downloads-now.com or

http://limewire.all-downloads-now.com or

http://emule.all-downloads-now.com

I still love that song; it's a classic!

Answer 8

the luniz

Answer 9

Luniz

"I got Five on It"

Chorus:
People in oakland...oakland
Woo, see Im 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 Im the type that like to light another joint like cypress hill
Im steal doobies
Spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
But it aint enuff on it
Go get the s-t. i-d-e-s never the less,
Im mellow fresh,
Rollin joints like a cigarrette
So pass it cross the table like ping pong,
Im gone,
Beatin my chest like king kong,
Its on,
Wrap my lips around a 40,
And when it comes to get another stogie,
Fools all kick in like shinobi
No, me aint my homie to begin with,
Its 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 hollar 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:
Chorus:
I got five on it,
Grab your 40,
Lets get keyed
I got five on it,
Messin wit that indo weed
I got five on it,
Its got me stuck and Im tow back
I got five on it,
Partna lets go half on a sac

(knumskull)
I take sacks to the face,
Whenever I can,
Dont need no cruch
Im so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slo,
So the ashes wont be burnin up my hand, bra
Hoochies can hit,
But they know they got to pitch in,
Then I roll a joint thats longer than your extension
Cos Ill be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
Wassup, dont babysit that
Better pass the joint!
Stop hittin cos you know ya got asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle 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 lets head to da east
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but Im low budget
Still rollin a two door cutlass same ole bucket
Foggy windows,
Smokin indo,
Im in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

(yukmouth)
Been smoked,
Yukll spray ya, lay ya down
Up in the oak the town
Homies dont 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 everybodys rolled up, Im da roller
Thats 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 bes we need tab like a foo-foo

Chorus

Answer 10

luniz

here are the lyrics....

Intro

Ha ha, the remix (5 on it)
We creepin in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the LUNIZ (Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich
E-40, Spice 1

Verse One: Dru Down

You say you got five on my tenda,
You can bend-a over the table,
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable,
Say, bruh?
No elementary school ground plan,
Not a five dollar bill,
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow,
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high-speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Verse Two: Knumskull

Like Nyquil, I drop fever,
So either put your five up,
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
Cause see ya,
Nigge Perkland broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
I got five on the Hennesse, Segrims, and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna,
Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma

Verse Three: Richie Rich

Put ya fi-ve with my fin,
Best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought,
To somethin writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that
Talkin, where you from?
Oakland
Smokin
In attempts to crack the chest plate,
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up,
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

Chorus: Michael Marshall

I got five on it,
Grab ya four, let's get keyed,
I got five on it,
Messin wit dat indo weed
I got five on it,
It's got me stuck and toed back,
I got five on it,
Potna, let's go half on a sack

Verse Four: E-40

E-40
Why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of light
weight
Flambosant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin
me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me

Verse Five: Yukmouth

Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus
You let the lead bust,
Ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal,
Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane!)
Bring the pain like Method
Neglected,
Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do,
Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue

Chorus

Verse Six: Shock G

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town,
Mess around heard young ginome said "I've gotta be down"
Cause new styles is goin down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it,
Yeah, I'm on it,
Still brinin satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause

Verse Seven: Spice 1

Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,
Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock
Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land,
With a hand fulla brocoli,
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk

Chorus

Outro

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that,
I got you

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