Intro
Ha ha, the remix (5 on it)
We creepin in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the LUNIZ (Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich
E-40, Spice 1
Verse One: Dru Down
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend-a over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, bruh?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high-speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Verse Two: Knumskull
Like Nyquil, I drop fever
So either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
Cause see ya
Nigge Perkland broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
I got five on the Hennessey, Seagrams, and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma
Verse Three: Richie Rich
Put ya fi-ve with my fin
Best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought
To somethin writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that
Tokin, where you from?
Oakland
Smokin
In attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
Chorus: Michael Marshall
I got five on it
Grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messin wit dat indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it
Potna, let's go half on a sack
Verse Four: E-40
E-40
Why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of light
Weight
Flambosant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin
Me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me
Verse Five: Yukmouth
Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus
You let the lead bust
Ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane!)
Bring the pain like Method
Neglected
Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do
Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue
Chorus
Verse Six: Shock G
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young ginome said "I've gotta be down"
Cause new styles is goin down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it
Yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause
Verse Seven: Spice 1
Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane
Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock
Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
This P-I-E-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk
Chorus
Outro
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that
I got you
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