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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, Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got on my tenda
You can bend the table
But be sure bring my stallion to my stable
Say,

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

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

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put five up
Or ya to leave it like beaver '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
Cause this is how we do it like Montell
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a
Now I'm it up like Oklahoma

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

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

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

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

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact I'm off to the track with hella fools three
empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, 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
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths

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

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 on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

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

Back to get my O on, they let me 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
on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, to go to the land
With a hand broccoli

When it to the sticky, I'm the man
nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard 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 about to hit it an

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

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