I Got 5 On It Chords by Luniz
Tempo:
173.95 bpm
Chords used:
Gb
Bbm
Fm
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm]
[Bbm]
[Fm]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Eb]
[Gb]
I'm just a [F]
[Bbm] player, give me some brew [F] and I might just chill, but [Bbm] I'm the type to like
to light another joint like Cypress Hill.
I still [Fm] do these fiddle-gees when I puff [Bbm] on it.
I got [Ab] some bucks on it, but it ain't enough [Gb] on it.
Go get the S-A [Fm]-T-I-D-E-S.
[Gb] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette.
So pass it [Db] across the table like [Gb] Poupon.
I'm gone, [E] beating my chest like King [Bbm] Kong.
It's on, wrap my [Fm] lips around the phone.
And when it [Bbm] comes to getting another [C] stonky, fools all kicking [Bbm] like Shinobi.
Don't [Fm] know me, ain't my homie to begin [Bbm] with.
It's too many [Fm] heads to beat, probably let my friend [Gb] hit it.
Unless you [Ab] pull out the Fat [Gb] Crispy.
Five dollar [Eb] bill on the real, we throw his [Gb] history.
Cause fools be [Fm] having them vacuum loves.
And [Gb] if you let him, he'll never [A] free you, well, I know.
Yeah, [Bbm] I'm dumb.
I come to [F] school with a tailor on my heel [Bbm]-o.
Avoiding all the flick-teasers, geezers, and weirdos.
That be throwing [Eb] off the land like where the bomb [Bbm] at.
Give me two bucks, you take a [Ab] puff and pass my [Gb] bomb back.
Suck up the dank [Db] like a Slurpee.
The serious [Gb] bomb will make a n***a go delirious like Andy Murphy.
I got more [Gbm] on pains than Maggie.
Cause homies nag me [F] to take the dank out of the [Bb] baggie.
I got five [F] on it.
Do I [Bbm] go for it?
Let's get [F] geeky.
I got five [C] on it.
Nothing [Bbm] with that [Fm] and no weave.
I [Gb] got five [Eb] on it.
I be [Gb] stunk and [Eb] I'm so bad.
I [Gb] got five on [Db] it.
Tryna [Gb] let go, [A] have fun inside.
I take [Bbm] sacks to the face [Eb] whenever I can.
Don't need no [Bbm] crutch, I'm so keyed [Fm] up.
Feel the joint be burning my [Bbm] hand.
Next time I [Fm] roll it in a half-a.
To [Bbm] burn slow so the [Ab] ashes won't be burning in my hand, [Gb] bruh.
Gucci skin, but [F] they know they gotta itch [Gb] and bend.
I roll a joint that's longer than [E] your extension.
Cause I be damned if you get [Ab] high off me for [Gb] free.
Hell no, [A] you better bring your own [Bbm] spliff cheap.
What's up, don't [Fm] babysit that.
Better pass [Bbm] the joint.
Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma.
Crack the roadie [Fm] open, homie.
And guzzle [Bbm] it cause I know the [Ab] weed in my system is getting [Gb] lonely.
I gotta take a [Fm] whiz test to my PO.
[Gb] I know I feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro.
And every time we [Ab] with Chris, that fool rolling [Gb] up a fatty.
Hit the tank of [A] race straight [Bbm] at me.
I got five [G] on it.
I [Bbm] don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [F] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that in [Ab] the weed.
[Gb] I got five [E] on it.
It's heavy, [Gb] stunk, and not so bad.
I got five [Db] on it.
All that left's gon' [A] have my sack.
[Bbm] Ay, make this right, [C] man.
Stop at the light, [Bbm] man.
My yesternight [Cm] thang got me hung off the [Bbm] night train.
You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east.
Hit the strode at 9 [Ab]-0 so we can roll big hot [Gb] sheets.
I wish I [Eb] could fade to 8, but [Gb] I'm no budget.
[E] Still rolling the 2, don't cut the same old [Gb] bucket.
Foggy [Fm] windows, soggy endo.
I'm [Gb] in the lamp, in the [A] smoke with my kid, fuckin'.
I [Bbm] been smoked, yeah, I [Eb] spray a layer down.
Up in the [Bbm] O-A-K, the town.
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound.
Then ease up, [C] speed up, through the E-S [Bbm]-O.
Drink the V-S [Ab]-O-P up, with the lemon [Gb] squeezer.
And [F] everybody's throater, I'm a roader.
[Gb] That's what the photo blunt out of a [Dbm] bunch of sticky dozer.
Hold up, suck [A] up my weed and so you won't kick [Gb] in feet.
Cause we're IVs, we need [E] to have like [Bbm] a pool pool.
I got five on it.
I don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [Fm] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that [Fm] in the weed.
[Gb] I got five on it.
It's gonna be stuck and not so [N] bad.
I got five on it.
Hey, let's go [A] have fun inside.
[Bb]
Uh huh.
[N]
[Bbm]
[Fm]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Eb]
[Gb]
I'm just a [F]
[Bbm] player, give me some brew [F] and I might just chill, but [Bbm] I'm the type to like
to light another joint like Cypress Hill.
I still [Fm] do these fiddle-gees when I puff [Bbm] on it.
I got [Ab] some bucks on it, but it ain't enough [Gb] on it.
Go get the S-A [Fm]-T-I-D-E-S.
[Gb] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette.
So pass it [Db] across the table like [Gb] Poupon.
I'm gone, [E] beating my chest like King [Bbm] Kong.
It's on, wrap my [Fm] lips around the phone.
And when it [Bbm] comes to getting another [C] stonky, fools all kicking [Bbm] like Shinobi.
Don't [Fm] know me, ain't my homie to begin [Bbm] with.
It's too many [Fm] heads to beat, probably let my friend [Gb] hit it.
Unless you [Ab] pull out the Fat [Gb] Crispy.
Five dollar [Eb] bill on the real, we throw his [Gb] history.
Cause fools be [Fm] having them vacuum loves.
And [Gb] if you let him, he'll never [A] free you, well, I know.
Yeah, [Bbm] I'm dumb.
I come to [F] school with a tailor on my heel [Bbm]-o.
Avoiding all the flick-teasers, geezers, and weirdos.
That be throwing [Eb] off the land like where the bomb [Bbm] at.
Give me two bucks, you take a [Ab] puff and pass my [Gb] bomb back.
Suck up the dank [Db] like a Slurpee.
The serious [Gb] bomb will make a n***a go delirious like Andy Murphy.
I got more [Gbm] on pains than Maggie.
Cause homies nag me [F] to take the dank out of the [Bb] baggie.
I got five [F] on it.
Do I [Bbm] go for it?
Let's get [F] geeky.
I got five [C] on it.
Nothing [Bbm] with that [Fm] and no weave.
I [Gb] got five [Eb] on it.
I be [Gb] stunk and [Eb] I'm so bad.
I [Gb] got five on [Db] it.
Tryna [Gb] let go, [A] have fun inside.
I take [Bbm] sacks to the face [Eb] whenever I can.
Don't need no [Bbm] crutch, I'm so keyed [Fm] up.
Feel the joint be burning my [Bbm] hand.
Next time I [Fm] roll it in a half-a.
To [Bbm] burn slow so the [Ab] ashes won't be burning in my hand, [Gb] bruh.
Gucci skin, but [F] they know they gotta itch [Gb] and bend.
I roll a joint that's longer than [E] your extension.
Cause I be damned if you get [Ab] high off me for [Gb] free.
Hell no, [A] you better bring your own [Bbm] spliff cheap.
What's up, don't [Fm] babysit that.
Better pass [Bbm] the joint.
Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma.
Crack the roadie [Fm] open, homie.
And guzzle [Bbm] it cause I know the [Ab] weed in my system is getting [Gb] lonely.
I gotta take a [Fm] whiz test to my PO.
[Gb] I know I feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro.
And every time we [Ab] with Chris, that fool rolling [Gb] up a fatty.
Hit the tank of [A] race straight [Bbm] at me.
I got five [G] on it.
I [Bbm] don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [F] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that in [Ab] the weed.
[Gb] I got five [E] on it.
It's heavy, [Gb] stunk, and not so bad.
I got five [Db] on it.
All that left's gon' [A] have my sack.
[Bbm] Ay, make this right, [C] man.
Stop at the light, [Bbm] man.
My yesternight [Cm] thang got me hung off the [Bbm] night train.
You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east.
Hit the strode at 9 [Ab]-0 so we can roll big hot [Gb] sheets.
I wish I [Eb] could fade to 8, but [Gb] I'm no budget.
[E] Still rolling the 2, don't cut the same old [Gb] bucket.
Foggy [Fm] windows, soggy endo.
I'm [Gb] in the lamp, in the [A] smoke with my kid, fuckin'.
I [Bbm] been smoked, yeah, I [Eb] spray a layer down.
Up in the [Bbm] O-A-K, the town.
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound.
Then ease up, [C] speed up, through the E-S [Bbm]-O.
Drink the V-S [Ab]-O-P up, with the lemon [Gb] squeezer.
And [F] everybody's throater, I'm a roader.
[Gb] That's what the photo blunt out of a [Dbm] bunch of sticky dozer.
Hold up, suck [A] up my weed and so you won't kick [Gb] in feet.
Cause we're IVs, we need [E] to have like [Bbm] a pool pool.
I got five on it.
I don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [Fm] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that [Fm] in the weed.
[Gb] I got five on it.
It's gonna be stuck and not so [N] bad.
I got five on it.
Hey, let's go [A] have fun inside.
[Bb]
Uh huh.
[N]
Key:
Gb
Bbm
Fm
Ab
F
Gb
Bbm
Fm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm just a _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bbm] player, give me some brew [F] and I might just chill, but [Bbm] I'm the type to like
to light another joint like Cypress Hill.
I still [Fm] do these fiddle-gees when I puff [Bbm] on it.
I got [Ab] some bucks on it, but it ain't enough [Gb] on it.
Go get the S-A [Fm]-T-I-D-E-S.
[Gb] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette.
So pass it [Db] across the table like [Gb] Poupon.
I'm gone, [E] beating my chest like King [Bbm] Kong.
It's on, wrap my [Fm] lips around the phone.
And when it [Bbm] comes to getting another [C] stonky, fools all kicking [Bbm] like Shinobi.
Don't [Fm] know me, ain't my homie to begin [Bbm] with.
It's too many [Fm] heads to beat, probably let my friend [Gb] hit it.
_ Unless you [Ab] pull out the Fat [Gb] Crispy.
Five dollar [Eb] bill on the real, we throw his [Gb] history.
Cause fools be [Fm] having them vacuum loves.
And [Gb] if you let him, he'll never [A] free you, well, I know.
Yeah, [Bbm] I'm dumb.
I come to [F] school with a tailor on my heel [Bbm]-o.
Avoiding all the flick-teasers, geezers, and _ weirdos.
That be throwing [Eb] off the land like where the bomb [Bbm] at.
Give me two bucks, you take a [Ab] puff and pass my [Gb] bomb back.
Suck up the dank [Db] like a Slurpee.
The serious [Gb] bomb will make a n***a go delirious like Andy Murphy.
I got more [Gbm] on pains than Maggie.
Cause homies nag me [F] to take the dank out of the [Bb] baggie.
I got five [F] on it.
Do I [Bbm] go for it?
Let's get [F] geeky.
I got five [C] on it.
Nothing [Bbm] with that [Fm] and no weave.
I [Gb] got five [Eb] on it. _
I be [Gb] stunk and [Eb] I'm so bad.
I [Gb] got five on [Db] it. _
Tryna [Gb] let go, [A] have fun inside.
I take [Bbm] sacks to the face [Eb] whenever I can.
Don't need no [Bbm] crutch, I'm so keyed [Fm] up.
Feel the joint be burning my [Bbm] hand.
Next time I [Fm] roll it in a half-a.
To [Bbm] burn slow so the [Ab] ashes won't be burning in my hand, [Gb] bruh.
Gucci skin, but [F] they know they gotta itch [Gb] and bend.
I roll a joint that's longer than [E] your extension.
Cause I be damned if you get [Ab] high off me for [Gb] free.
Hell no, [A] you better bring your own [Bbm] spliff cheap.
What's up, don't [Fm] babysit that.
Better pass [Bbm] the joint.
Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma.
Crack the roadie [Fm] open, homie.
And guzzle [Bbm] it cause I know the [Ab] weed in my system is getting [Gb] lonely.
I gotta take a [Fm] whiz test to my PO.
[Gb] I know I feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro.
And every time we [Ab] with Chris, that fool rolling [Gb] up a fatty.
Hit the tank of [A] race straight [Bbm] at me.
I got five [G] on it. _
I [Bbm] don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [F] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that in [Ab] the weed.
[Gb] I got five [E] on it.
It's heavy, [Gb] stunk, and not so bad.
I got five [Db] on it. _
All that left's gon' [A] have my sack. _
[Bbm] Ay, make this right, [C] man.
Stop at the light, [Bbm] man.
My yesternight [Cm] thang got me hung off the [Bbm] night train.
You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east.
Hit the strode at 9 [Ab]-0 so we can roll big hot [Gb] sheets.
I wish I [Eb] could fade to 8, but [Gb] I'm no budget.
[E] Still rolling the 2, don't cut the same old [Gb] bucket.
Foggy [Fm] windows, soggy endo.
I'm [Gb] in the lamp, in the [A] smoke with my kid, fuckin'.
I [Bbm] been smoked, yeah, I [Eb] spray a layer down.
Up in the [Bbm] O-A-K, the town.
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound.
Then ease up, [C] speed up, through the E-S [Bbm]-O.
Drink the V-S [Ab]-O-P up, with the lemon [Gb] squeezer.
And [F] everybody's throater, I'm a roader.
[Gb] That's what the photo blunt out of a [Dbm] bunch of sticky dozer.
Hold up, suck [A] up my weed and so you won't kick [Gb] in feet.
Cause we're IVs, we need [E] to have like [Bbm] a pool pool.
I got five on it.
I _ don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [Fm] _ _ on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that [Fm] in the weed.
[Gb] I got _ five on it.
It's gonna be stuck and not so [N] bad.
I got _ five on it. _
Hey, let's go [A] have fun inside. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Uh huh. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm just a _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bbm] player, give me some brew [F] and I might just chill, but [Bbm] I'm the type to like
to light another joint like Cypress Hill.
I still [Fm] do these fiddle-gees when I puff [Bbm] on it.
I got [Ab] some bucks on it, but it ain't enough [Gb] on it.
Go get the S-A [Fm]-T-I-D-E-S.
[Gb] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette.
So pass it [Db] across the table like [Gb] Poupon.
I'm gone, [E] beating my chest like King [Bbm] Kong.
It's on, wrap my [Fm] lips around the phone.
And when it [Bbm] comes to getting another [C] stonky, fools all kicking [Bbm] like Shinobi.
Don't [Fm] know me, ain't my homie to begin [Bbm] with.
It's too many [Fm] heads to beat, probably let my friend [Gb] hit it.
_ Unless you [Ab] pull out the Fat [Gb] Crispy.
Five dollar [Eb] bill on the real, we throw his [Gb] history.
Cause fools be [Fm] having them vacuum loves.
And [Gb] if you let him, he'll never [A] free you, well, I know.
Yeah, [Bbm] I'm dumb.
I come to [F] school with a tailor on my heel [Bbm]-o.
Avoiding all the flick-teasers, geezers, and _ weirdos.
That be throwing [Eb] off the land like where the bomb [Bbm] at.
Give me two bucks, you take a [Ab] puff and pass my [Gb] bomb back.
Suck up the dank [Db] like a Slurpee.
The serious [Gb] bomb will make a n***a go delirious like Andy Murphy.
I got more [Gbm] on pains than Maggie.
Cause homies nag me [F] to take the dank out of the [Bb] baggie.
I got five [F] on it.
Do I [Bbm] go for it?
Let's get [F] geeky.
I got five [C] on it.
Nothing [Bbm] with that [Fm] and no weave.
I [Gb] got five [Eb] on it. _
I be [Gb] stunk and [Eb] I'm so bad.
I [Gb] got five on [Db] it. _
Tryna [Gb] let go, [A] have fun inside.
I take [Bbm] sacks to the face [Eb] whenever I can.
Don't need no [Bbm] crutch, I'm so keyed [Fm] up.
Feel the joint be burning my [Bbm] hand.
Next time I [Fm] roll it in a half-a.
To [Bbm] burn slow so the [Ab] ashes won't be burning in my hand, [Gb] bruh.
Gucci skin, but [F] they know they gotta itch [Gb] and bend.
I roll a joint that's longer than [E] your extension.
Cause I be damned if you get [Ab] high off me for [Gb] free.
Hell no, [A] you better bring your own [Bbm] spliff cheap.
What's up, don't [Fm] babysit that.
Better pass [Bbm] the joint.
Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma.
Crack the roadie [Fm] open, homie.
And guzzle [Bbm] it cause I know the [Ab] weed in my system is getting [Gb] lonely.
I gotta take a [Fm] whiz test to my PO.
[Gb] I know I feel cause I done smoked major weed, bro.
And every time we [Ab] with Chris, that fool rolling [Gb] up a fatty.
Hit the tank of [A] race straight [Bbm] at me.
I got five [G] on it. _
I [Bbm] don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [F] on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that in [Ab] the weed.
[Gb] I got five [E] on it.
It's heavy, [Gb] stunk, and not so bad.
I got five [Db] on it. _
All that left's gon' [A] have my sack. _
[Bbm] Ay, make this right, [C] man.
Stop at the light, [Bbm] man.
My yesternight [Cm] thang got me hung off the [Bbm] night train.
You fade, I fake, so let's head to the east.
Hit the strode at 9 [Ab]-0 so we can roll big hot [Gb] sheets.
I wish I [Eb] could fade to 8, but [Gb] I'm no budget.
[E] Still rolling the 2, don't cut the same old [Gb] bucket.
Foggy [Fm] windows, soggy endo.
I'm [Gb] in the lamp, in the [A] smoke with my kid, fuckin'.
I [Bbm] been smoked, yeah, I [Eb] spray a layer down.
Up in the [Bbm] O-A-K, the town.
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound.
Then ease up, [C] speed up, through the E-S [Bbm]-O.
Drink the V-S [Ab]-O-P up, with the lemon [Gb] squeezer.
And [F] everybody's throater, I'm a roader.
[Gb] That's what the photo blunt out of a [Dbm] bunch of sticky dozer.
Hold up, suck [A] up my weed and so you won't kick [Gb] in feet.
Cause we're IVs, we need [E] to have like [Bbm] a pool pool.
I got five on it.
I _ don't fall, let's get keyed.
I got five [Fm] _ _ on it.
I'm not [Bbm] doing that [Fm] in the weed.
[Gb] I got _ five on it.
It's gonna be stuck and not so [N] bad.
I got _ five on it. _
Hey, let's go [A] have fun inside. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Uh huh. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _