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Ha ha, the
(5 on it)
We in too, baby
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 the table
But be sure bring my back to my stable
Say,

No elementary ground plan
Not a five dollar
But five double zero on the real,
I'm on the level, mellow

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

Nyquil, I drop 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 with his pretty Impala

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

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

Smokin' in attempts to the chest plate
The be so fluffy, the whole 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, 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 back
I got five on it, potna, go half on a sack

E-40, why ya me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets
And rubbin' girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, fumes lingerin' 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 today my scrilla ain't 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
it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth,
You let the bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled
Witness we'll off two-fifths equal

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

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got five on it, 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
Mess around heard young said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look you
Tunes from the spread round an round you

to get my O on, they 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 Mary
Smokin' the five before twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to on the indo
Rollin' up my window, to go to the land
a hand 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 stroke THC ain't no
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and
S P I C E about to hit it an

I got on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat 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

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