Sangtekst: Luniz. I got 5 on it (remix).
Ha ha, the remix, 5 on it
We creepin' in too, baby
(We got 5 on every thang, mayn)
We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz
(Shock G, whassup?)
(Know it's goin together man)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40
(Spice 1)
You say you got 5 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
Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day
Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty 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 Nitti is a goner
Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma
Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin' writers 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 loves me at every event
I'm sacked up, so if ya need me, scream, "Double R" when ya see me
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and revenue grows
From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'
Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and Northern Lights
You expect to vick the 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 with hella fools B
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me
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 bein 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
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
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
Rollin' up cannabis 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' croak
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, 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
We creepin' in too, baby
(We got 5 on every thang, mayn)
We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz
(Shock G, whassup?)
(Know it's goin together man)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40
(Spice 1)
You say you got 5 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
Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day
Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty 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 Nitti is a goner
Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma
Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin' writers 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 loves me at every event
I'm sacked up, so if ya need me, scream, "Double R" when ya see me
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and revenue grows
From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'
Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and Northern Lights
You expect to vick the 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 with hella fools B
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me
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 bein 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
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
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
Rollin' up cannabis 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' croak
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got 5 on it
Messin' with that endo weed
I got 5 on it
(Got it good)
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got 5 on it
Potnah, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, 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
Luniz