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Ha ha, the
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too,
We got five on thing, man
We got, uh, Dru
We got the
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, 1

You say you got five on my
You can bend over the
But be bring my stallion back to my stable
Say,

No elementary school plan
Not a five bill
But five double on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair

No from the fellows, hello
keyed during a high speed
But still tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down,

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver see ya
Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty

I got five on the Hennessey, and 40's
Cause is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' bought
sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest
The zips be so fluffy, the whole loves me
An every I'm sacked up
So if ya me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed
I got five on it, potna, go half on a sack

E-40, why ya me so bad?
40 makes it happen, gets slapped
And rubbin' girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted off my hat
it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, fifth, plus
You let the bust, ready to do a murda, man?
off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off equal

Killing people like Jason, death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for
'Cause for the indo do the evil that men do
Give me and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and back
I got five on it, potna, go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a since I've hollered from the town
Mess around young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is down, look around you
from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, let me flow on
The on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for draws
for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Jane
Smokin' the five before twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the
With a fulla broccoli

it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the so hard I hurl
on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and
S P I C E to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, get keyed
I got five on it, wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, got me stuck and toed back
I got on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup
It's me, your boy to keep the song always
You little on some ends?
Don't worry, take care of that, I got you