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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 sure bring my stallion back to my
Say,

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

No criticism from the fellows,
Being keyed during a speed
But still 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 ya spliff all day
Go and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

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

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

Smokin' in to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the town loves me
An every event I'm up
So if ya need me, scream R when ya see me

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

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

You 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 me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella 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 lead bust, to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, again
Witness we'll bein' off equal

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

I got five on it, grab ya four, 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

Yeah, it's been a while I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, around 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' for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the

Rollin' up the cannabis, the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve
on Hurricane, ready to smoke 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 jank so I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to a stroke 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 five on it, grab ya four, get keyed
I got five on it, wit' dat indo weed
I got on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, go half on a sack

Ha ha, baby
It's me, your boy to the song always tight
You little on some ends?
worry, I'll take care of that, I got you