“I Got 5 On It” by Luniz was released on May 23, 1995. The chill hip-hop single is part of the duo’s first studio album, Operation Stackola. 

Fun Facts:

• Luniz was previously known as the LuniTunes. Yukmouth and Numskull got together in 1993 in Oakland, California. 
• “I Got 5 On It” propelled the band to stardom after its 1995 release.
• The song is often considered a drug anthem about the consumption of marijuana.
• In the song, 5 is five dollars. It’s a reference to splitting a $10 dime bag of marijuana 50/50. 
• “I Got 5 On It” was certified platinum on October 31, 1995, after selling a million copies.
• The song features popular R&B singer Michael Marshall. 
• This track samples the 1973 song “Jungle Boogie” by Kool and Gang. It also samples “Why You Treat Me So Bad” by Nouveau and “Top Billin” by Audio Two. 
• Luniz also featured Marshal Micahel in their 1995 hit single on the same album.
• “I Got 5 On It” was recorded and released the song through the Noo Trybe record label.
• The duo has been signed by Noo Trybe, Virgin Records, and C-Note records.
• Luniz has since released five other studio albums, the last of which they released in 2018, titled No pressure.
• The song is featured in the 2013 Grand Theft Auto V video game.
• The song was remixed for the 2019 horror film Us. This creepy remix is listed as the “Tethered Mix.” 

Lyrics 

Creep on in

See I’m riding high

Kinda broke you see so all I got is 5

I got 5 on it

I got 5 on it

I got 5, what you got nigga?

Damn, I think I got 2 bucks in my sock, nigga

Well that’s that; fuck it!

I think I got 3 bucks in my backpack

Enough to get a phat sack

Hell yeah!

You got some zags?

Not at all man

Let’s get some from the store

Fa sho, because a nigga need a tall can

Damn, open the door, Blood

Nigga, where my keys at?

I don’t know

Remember I gave em to you to get that weed sack

Oh, here they are in my sock

Put your seatbelt on

Cause there’s hella cops parked up the block

Well nigga bust a U-ie then

Nigga, fire up that doobie then

Hell nah!

You major scand’lous, partna

Well sue me then

Oh, be like that on a roach?

Nope, look at them hoes!

Man fuck them tricks, nigga let’s get smoked!

Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!

Whoa! What the fuck wrong with you?!

Damn I had a flash back

This nigga fronting me some yay

But you know that he ain’t gonna get his cash back

Nigga what if the cash jack?

Oh it’s cool

Fuck this, I’m putting it in the cuts

It’s bad enough he got no tags on the Cutlass

Eh you know what? 84th is the closest

Yup. Oooh! A fat ass Tamp, nigga let’s smoke this

Let’s roll a blunt wit the skunk

Why you bring that scand’lous-ass sack?

Man this shit ain’t no punk

Here smell this

Roll it up then nigga!

Haha, yeah!

Let’s go half on some liquor

Yeah go get some Tanquo or something

Aww man, shit I ain’t got nothing!

(Sorry)

Man I spend with you all the time

(Sorry no I.D., no Cahhlo’s Rossi Rine)

Aw fuck that!

They didn’t let you get the drank?

(Get out my store!)

Man, I ain’t trippin

I got 5 on it

Grab your 40, let’s get keyed

I got 5 on it

Fuckin with that Indo weed

I got 5 on it

It’s got me stuck and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it

Nigga lets go half on a sack!

I take a sack to the face whenever I can

Fuck a crutch; I be smoking that shit

Til the joint be burning my hand

Next time I roll it in a Tampa

To burn slow so the ashes won’t be burning up my hand, brah

Hoes want to hit but they know they got to pitch in

Then, I roll a joint that’s longer than your extension

Cause I’ll be damned if you get high off me for free

Fuck that, you better bring your own shit chief

Wassup, don’t babysit that

You better pass the joint

Nigga 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 getting lonely

I gotta take a piss test for my P.O

I know I failed cause I done smoked hella weed, bro

An every time we with Chris

That nigga rollin’ up a fatty

But the Tanqueray straight had me

Lit to the fullest extreme

There was getting no higher

That shit had my chest on fire

Dru Down was swigging to the face straight

But I ain’t fuckin with that

I think I’ll stick to the crazy 8’s

Bring me a bottle and I’m cool with that

I’mma a lounge with that

Nigga bring me a phat sack

I don’t know how to roll

But I know how to smoke!

I think I’m gonna hit it til my ass choke

I got 5 on it

Grab your 40, let’s get keyed

I got 5 on it

Fuckin with that Indo weed

I got 5 on it

It’s got me stuck and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it

Nigga lets go half on a sack!

Player, give me some brew and I might just chill

But I’m the type that likes 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

Fuck with the S the T, I-D-E-S

Nevertheless I’m hella fresh

Rolling joints like a cigarette

So pass it cross the table like ping-pong

I’m gone, beating my chest like King Kong

It’s on, wrap my lips around a 40

And when it comes to get another stogie

Niggas all kick in like Shinobi

Nummy ain’t my homie to begin with

It’s too many heads to be popping to let my friend hit shit

Unless you pull out the phat crispy

5 dollar bill on the real before its history

Cause niggas be having them vacuum lungs

An if you let em hit it for free

You hella dum-da-dum-dum!

I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe

Avoiding all the dick-teasers

Skeezers and weirdos

That be fuckin’ off the land like “Where tha bomb at?”

Give me 2 bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back

Suck up the dank like a Slurpee

The serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like Eddie Murphy

I got more Growing Pains than Maggie

Cause niggas nag me

To take the dank out of the baggie

I got 5 on it

Grab your 40, let’s get keyed

I got 5 on it

Fuckin with that Indo weed

I got 5 on it

It’s got me stuck and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it

Nigga lets go half on a sack!