| Lyrics: | featuring Dru Down Richie Rich E 40 Shock G Spice 1
Michael Marshall
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 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
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 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 |
