# Song request!!! You missed it, even if you did not know about, this is time for my favourite thing on the blockchain, song request!! Simple concept: You pick a song, I play it, you earn some HIVE!! This week, it's my buddy @dandays that requested "I Got 5 on it" by Luniz, he also requested a song by Justin Timberlake but it will be for another time. This song by Luniz is special for me, it was a single I purchased while in London, my first record that I purchased. I hope I did it justice homie. Congratulation on winning 10 HIVE!!! If you would like a song of your choice to be played, don't forget to give a comment with a link of the song, and of course reblog this video if you enjoyed it. Cover of Luniz classic joint: I got 5 on It New album "Aimée" available: https://open.spotify.com/album/05VjNvsuM74GgAsPGRDKnn?si=chbeg5TeT56GjhIgNPJcIw https://www.facebook.com/Edprivat/ https://www.instagram.com/edprivat1/ https://www.edprivat.com/ https://emanate.live/edprivat I got 5 on it - Luniz [Intro: Michael Marshall] Creep on in, on in, on in (Whoa) See I'm ridin' high (Whoa) Kinda broke this evening, y'all, so all I got's five, I got five [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it Go get the S, the T, I D-E-S Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong It's on, wrap my lips around the forty and when it comes to Getting another stogie, fools all kick in like Shinobi. No, he ain't my homie to begin with It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend hit it Bit unless you pull out the fat, crispy Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history ‘Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dumb-da-dumb-dumb I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?" Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back Suck up that dank like a Slurpee, the serious Bomb will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy I got more growing pains than Maggie ‘Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it (got it, good), grab your four, let's get keyed I got five on it, messin' with that Indo weed I got five on it (got it, good), it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back I got five on it, partner, let's go half on a sack [Verse 2: Numskull] I take sacks to the Face whenever I can, don't need no crutch I'm so keyed up till the joint be burning my hand Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn Slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha) ‘Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the Joint, stop hitting, ‘cause you know you got asthma Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it ‘Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a whiz test to my P. O 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 Tanqueray straight had me [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it; grab your four, let's get keyed I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack [Verse 3: Numskull] Ayy, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane My yester-night thing 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 roll big hashish 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 getting smoked with my kinfolk [Verse 4: Yukmouth] I been smoked 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 up, with a lemon squeeze up And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we needs half, like Umfufu [Chorus: Michael Marshall] I got five on it; grab your four, let's get keyed I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed I got five on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack

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