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I Got 5 On It - текст песни



I Got 5 On It


Intro





Ha ha, the remix (5 on it)


We creepin in too, baby


We got five on that thing, man


We got, uh, Dru Down


We got the LUNIZ (Shock G)


Yeah, Richie Rich


E-40, Spice 1





Verse One: Dru Down





You say you got five on my tenda,


You can bend-a over the table,


But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable,


Say, bruh?


No elementary school ground plan,


Not a five dollar bill,


But five double zero on the real, feel


I'm on the level, stair mellow,


No criticism from the fellows, hello


Being keyed during a high-speed


But still don't tap the B.B.s


I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby





Verse Two: Knumskull





Like Nyquil, I drop fever,


So either put your five up,


Or ya gots to leave it like Deva


Cause see ya,


Nigge Perkland broke and smoke ya spliff all day


Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a


I got five on the Hennesse, Segrims, and 40's


Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan


I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna,


Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma





Verse Three: Richie Rich





Put ya fi-ve with my fin,


Best believe we'll bend


Mo corners than you thought,


To somethin writers bought


More sizz-acks, believe that


Talkin, where you from?


Oakland


Smokin


In attempts to crack the chest plate,


The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me


An 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,


Grab ya four, let's get keyed,


I got five on it,


Messin wit dat indo weed


I got five on it,


It's got me stuck and toed back,


I got five on it,


Potna, let's go half on a sack





Verse Four: E-40





E-40


Why ya treat me so bad?


40 makes it happen


Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of light


weight


Flambosant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and molten lights


You expect 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 feelin


me


For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three


Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted


Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me





Verse Five: Yukmouth





Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus


You let the lead bust,


Ready to do a murda, man?


Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again


Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal,


Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel


(Insane in the membrane!)


Bring the pain like Method


Neglected,


Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast


Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do,


Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue





Chorus





Verse Six: Shock G





Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town,


Mess around heard young ginome said "I've gotta be down"


Cause new styles is goin down, look around you


Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you


Back to get my O on, they let me flow on


The thirty-five on it,


Yeah, I'm on it,


Still brinin satin for them draws


Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause





Verse Seven: Spice 1





Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,


Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock


Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo


Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land,


With a hand fulla brocoli,


When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man


Crunch nasty, I be hittin the jank so hard I hurl


Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke


I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke


S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk





Chorus





Outro





Ha ha, wassup baby


It's me, your boy to keep the song (Texts of songs ) always tight


You little short on some ends?


Don't worry, I'll take care of that,


I got you



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