Yukmouth, E-40, Dru Down, Numskull, Richie Rich - I Got 5 On It Remix; feat. Dru Down, Numskull, Richie Rich, E-40, Shock-G & Spice-1

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Haha, the remix — 5 on it!\nWe creepin' in too, baby\nWe got 5 on ery’thang mane!\nWe got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI’m on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don’t tap the B.B.'s\nI’m D.D., Dru Down, baby\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers; so either put your 5 up\nOr you gots to «Leave It» like «Beaver»\nCause see, a nigga perkin' broke’ll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessey, Seagram’s, or 40's\nCause «This is How We Do It» like Montell Jordan\nI’m from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we’ll bend\nMore corners than you thought till something right is bought\nMore z-sacks? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I’m sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream «Double R!» when you see me\nI got five on it («got it good!»)\nGrab your 4, let’s get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it’s got me stuck, cannot go back\nI got 5 on it: partna let’s go half on a sack!\n«E-40, why you treat me so bad?» 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you’ll be violating my civil rights\nI’m starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain’t feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I’m off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I’m dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) «Bring the Pain» like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\nI got five on it («got it good!»)\nGrab your 4, let’s get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it’s got me stuck, cannot go back\nI got 5 on it: partna let’s go half on a sack!\nYeah, it’s been a while since I’ve hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is going down: look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I’m on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it’s 12 o’clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indoe; rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I’m the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain’t no joke\nI got 5 on ery’thing, let’s get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\nI got five on it («got it good!»)\nGrab your 4, let’s get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it’s got me stuck, cannot go back\nI got 5 on it: partna let’s go half on a sack!\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt’s me, your boy with the kick that’s always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon’t worry, I’ll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you