Luniz Lyrics     Oakland duo Luniz (Yukmouth and Numskull) first appeared on Dru Down's album Explicit Game. Their first record Operation Stackola dropped the following year, showcasing their knack for humorous lyrics and pimped-out tracks. Luniz' debut single, the super-funky weed anthem "I Got 5 On It" became an instant classic in 1995, eventually getting jacked by Puff Daddy several years later. The two released Lunitik Musikin '97, and Yukmouth went solo the following year. Download Luniz MP3s here Buy rare Luniz vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: I Got 5 On It Jus Mee & U Lunitik Muzik    Operation Stackola Playa Hata    Silver & Black

Luniz Song Lyric: Phillies (chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (yukmouth) Surpress the brown bitch up in the crown vic’s Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!) This bitch look better than whitney, lick her titties Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky One puff’ll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness Suck her up, but there’s a million bitches just like her Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter Puttin’ the dick on the ass an’, everybody cashin, blackin Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin Nigga like whas’ happenin’? You can keep them sassy the dickey used to Nicky bone to top to dump the hash in My partners they be askin’ mr. y-u-k Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin’? With a hundred gun and a hundred click To the sto’, they get phillies To we get blunted as we wanna get (chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (poppa l.q.) I takes my gat with a phillie I don’t need no quote Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back Of a building, top player, makin’ a little bits with a cup up of spit It makes me sick and upset when it’s spit and silly Whenever you phillie, it’s all spitty and wet It doesn’t matter, rich or po’, I couldn’t care less bro It mixes when I’m out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth Without givin’ up no cocker food stamps I know they want it, but smokin’ for free, I don’t condone it Don’t put your crusty lips on it if you ain’t got no chips on it I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here You’re doin’ too much catin’ in the cypher wit’cha Lighter, tryin’ to flick your big, if you ain’t got no skits, you can’t get hit (chorus: yukmouth) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (the luniz & poppa l.q.) How many blunts do you blow on the daily Many money I blow many, many, many I smoke plenty (well, won’t your black ass quit being stingy) I’m not greedy (well, where’s that weed fiend? ) (you better quit smokin’ those beadys in my fo’ hun) (blow one for the po-one) (nigga, don’t you owe one? ) (act like ya know one) No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs (fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs) But no fund, no gas money (well, even if a dummy has money) (he’ll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money) My blunt is my keeper like cash money Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered Bombs, stick, green grass money Roll, but next time, i’ma put a little to the side (hash money) (yukmouth) Hey nigga I started smellin’ weed and hella weed Then I started sellin’ weed Bitch be tellin’ me, they wanna smoke To catch mozik than a spellin’ bee Cause I smoke they ass under the table The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie (poppa l.q.) I got that feelin’ again, let’s smoke that acrylin’ Again, I said you willin’ again, then we can walk the poppa-ceiling again I storms in like a mighty blast of wind Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an’ (aaahhh!) (*cough*) (high powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man) (man y’all niggas need to quit this shit) (nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit) (man, you already know do’) (numskull) Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up Smellin’ like ass hemp’s and grine, cocky mouth Chap lips, fuckin’ off all the poo-nanny If y’all gonna smoke I’ll be the designated weed roller Call me numboy, the motherfuckin’ seed roller But you gotta crack the window though Cause me and the lads like whoopi goldberg in centerfolds Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot Nigga I don’t smoke no more cause I don’t like the stank-a-lot Nigga I’m drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin’ cigarettes (fuck y’all) And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother) You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga) Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*) (*laughter till fade*) Get This Ringtone 20 Blunts a Day 5150 Broke Niggaz Capable Dirty Raps Funkin Over Nuthin Girl Handcuff Your Hoes Highest Niggaz in The Industry Hypnotize I Got 5 On It I Got 5 on It[Weedless Mix] I Got Five on It I'm A Raider In My Nature Is It Kool? 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