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 dollar But five double on the real, feel I'm on the level, mellow
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 fever, so either put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like 'cause see ya Nigge land broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky his pretty Impala
I got on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's this is how we do it like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, nigge is a gonna Now I'm blowin' it up Oklahoma
Put ya five my fin, best believe we'll bend Mo corners you thought, to somethin' writers bought sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest The zips be so fluffy, the whole town me An event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, get keyed I got five on it, messin' dat indo weed I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed I got five on it, potna, let's go on a sack
E-40, why ya me so bad? 40 makes it happen, fives gets And rubbin' them girls a little bit of light weight Flamboyant, potent fumes mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the an you'll be violatin' my civil rights I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with fools three Pockets empty, five, man I'm dusted took off my hat Passed it around, me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein' off equal
Killing like Jason, facin' death every sequel (Insane in the membrane) the pain like Method neglected Smokin' crips to the to the brains for breakfast 'Cause for the indo fins do the that men do me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, ya four, let's get keyed I got five on it, 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
Yeah, it's a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around heard genome said, "I've gotta be down" 'Cause new styles is goin' down, around you Tunes from the Luniz round an round you
to get my O on, they let me flow on The on it, yeah, I'm on it Still brinin' for them draws Velvet for the mic and got a for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, the Mary Jane Smokin' the five before it's twelve Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the Rollin' up my window, to go to the land With a hand fulla
When it to the sticky, I'm the man Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC no joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and S P I C E about to hit it an
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get 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, let's go on a sack
Ha ha, wassup It's me, your boy to keep the song tight You little short on ends? Don't worry, I'll take of that, I got you