La#m9 La#m/Sol#
People in Oakland, Oakland
Fa#maj9
See I'm ridin' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
Fa#9/La
Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five
La#m9
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
La#m9
But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
La#m9
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Fa#maj9
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Fa#maj9
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
Fa#maj9
So pass it across the table, like ping pong
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong
La#m9
It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
La#m9
And when it comes to getting another stogie
La#m9
Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
La#m9
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
It's too many hands to be poppin' up, let my friend hit it
Fa#maj9
Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Fa#maj9
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
Fa#maj9
Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
La#m9
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
La#m9
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
La#m9
That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bong back
Fa#maj9
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
Fa#maj9
Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
Fa#maj9
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie
La#m9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Fa#maj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
La#m9
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
La#m9
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
La#m9
'Til the joint be burning my hand
La#m9
Next time I roll it in a hampa
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
Fa#maj9
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Fa#maj9
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
Fa#maj9
Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief
La#m9
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
La#m9
Stop hitting, cause you know you got asthma
La#m9
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
Fa#maj9
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
Fa#maj9
I know I failed, âcause I done smoked major weed, bro
Fa#maj9
And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
Fa#9/La
But the Tanqueray straight had me
La#m9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Fa#maj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
[ Numskull]
La#m9
Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
La#m9
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
La#m9
You fade, I face, so let's head to the East
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
Fa#maj9
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Fa#maj9
Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Fa#maj9
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
Fa#9/La
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk
[ Yukmouth]
La#m9
Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
La#m9
Up in the O-A-K, the Town
La#m9
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
La#m9
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
Fa#maj9
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
Fa#maj9
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Fa#maj9
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu
La#m9
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
La#m9 La#m/Sol#
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
Fa#maj9
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
Fa#maj9 Fa#9/La
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
I Got 5 On It accordi
di Luniz
Gli accordi di I Got 5 On It di Luniz sono La#m9, La#m/Sol#, Fa#maj9, Fa#9/La. Il livello di difficoltà di questo brano è stato calcolato in 2 su 5, quindi semplice.