I Got 5 On It - Yukmouth, E-40, Dru Down

Haha, the remix - 5 on it!

We creepin' in too, baby

We got 5 on ery'thang mane!

We got Dru Down;

we got the Luniz!

Shock G, wassup?

Numskull and Yukmouth!

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, brah?

No elementary school-ground playing

Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?

I'm on the level, staying mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello

Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s

I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fevers

So either put your 5 up, or you gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver"

'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day

Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay

I got 5 on the Hennessy, 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

Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma

Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend

More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought

More z-zags?

Believe that: tokin!

Where you from?

Oakland!

Smokin'

In attempts to crack the chestplate

The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me

At every event I'm sacked up

So if you need me, scream "Double R!"

when you see me

I got five on it ("got it good!")

Grab your 4, let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messing with that indo weed!

I got 5 on it;

it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!

"E-40, why you treat me so bad?"

40 makes it happen

Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows

From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'

Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights

You disrespect Vic da Baron

And you'll be violating my civil rights

I'm starting to feel my scrilla

But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me

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

Pockets empty, pitching 5, 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 five on it ("got it good!")

Grab your 4, let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messing with that indo weed!

I got 5 on it;

it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it: partna 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 Num', said I gotta be down

'Cause new styles is going down—look around you

Tunes from the Lunz spreading 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 bringing satin for them drawers

Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause

Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane

Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane

Ready to smoke on the indo

Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land

With a handful of broccoli

When it comes to the sticky I'm the man

Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl

Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke

T-H-C ain't no joke

I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke

S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak

I got five on it ("got it good!")

Grab your 4, let's get keyed

I got 5 on it

Messing with that indo weed!

I got 5 on it;

it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back

I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!

Yeah, wassup baby?

It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight

You a little short on some ends?

Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that

I got you