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 Deva Cause see ya, Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's Cause +This is How We Do It+ like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga 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 zig-zags 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 Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern 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? Perved 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
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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 brocoli, When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man Crutch nasty I be hittin the J 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 S-P-I-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
