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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 over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my
Say,

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

No criticism the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a speed
But don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down,

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so put your five up
Or ya gots to it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya all day
Go home and buy big tricky his pretty Impala

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

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

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

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

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

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla feelin' me
For the simple that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm took off my hat
it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda,
Curved off the Hurricane, again
we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

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

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

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the
around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look you
Tunes 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 them
Velvet for the mic and got a for the 'cause

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

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

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

Ha ha, baby
It's me, your boy to the song always tight
You little short on ends?
Don't worry, I'll care of that, I got you