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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Luniz - I Got 5 On It chords
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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]
Key:  
Gb
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Bbm
13421111
Fm
123111111
Ab
134211114
F
134211111
Gb
134211112
Bbm
13421111
Fm
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To jam and learn Luniz - (Edit) I Got 5 On It chords, your primary focus should be mastering these chords sequence: Fm, Bbm, Fm, Bbm, Ab and Gb. To master the tempo, it's wise to start at 86 BPM before aiming for the song's 174 BPM. With Db Major as the song's key, tweak the capo to cater to your vocal pitch and chord likes.

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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] _ _ _

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