Intro] Ha hah, the remix.. five on it! We creepin in too, baby {"{"}We got five on ery'thang mayn} We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the.. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?) {"{"}Know it's goin together man} Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1) [Verse One: Dru Down] You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel I'm on the level, stayin mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby [Verse Two: Knumskull] Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up or ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver" Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma [Verse Three: Richie Rich] Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin Where you from? Oakland, smokin In attempts to crack the chest plate The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me At every event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see me Chorus: Michael Marshall I got five on it {"{"}"Got it good!"} Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got five on it.. Messin with that endo ****! I got five on it {"{"}"Got it good!"} It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back I got five on it.. Potnah, let's go half on a sack! [Verse Four: E-40] E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen Fosgates slap and revenue grows from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights Disrespect the Victor Baron and you'll be violatin' my civil rights I'm startin to feel my scrilla But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me [Verse Five: Yukmouth] Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue Chorus [Verse Six: Shock G] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down Cause new styles is goin down, look around you Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still bringin satin for them drawers Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause [Verse Seven: Spice 1] Rollin up ******** seteva, hittin the Mary Jane Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk Chorus [Outro] Yeahhah, whassup baby? It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight You a little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that I got you
Intro] Ha hah, the remix.. five on it! We creepin in too, baby {"{"}We got five on ery'thang mayn} We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the.. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?) {"{"}Know it's goin together man} Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1) [Verse One: Dru Down] You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel I'm on the level, stayin mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby [Verse Two: Knumskull] Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up or ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver" Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma [Verse Three: Richie Rich] Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin Where you from? Oakland, smokin In attempts to crack the chest plate The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me At every event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see me Chorus: Michael Marshall I got five on it {"{"}"Got it good!"} Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got five on it.. Messin with that endo ****! I got five on it {"{"}"Got it good!"} It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back I got five on it.. Potnah, let's go half on a sack! [Verse Four: E-40] E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen Fosgates slap and revenue grows from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights Disrespect the Victor Baron and you'll be violatin' my civil rights I'm startin to feel my scrilla But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me [Verse Five: Yukmouth] Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue Chorus [Verse Six: Shock G] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down Cause new styles is goin down, look around you Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still bringin satin for them drawers Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause [Verse Seven: Spice 1] Rollin up ******** seteva, hittin the Mary Jane Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk Chorus [Outro] Yeahhah, whassup baby? It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight You a little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that I got you
