The Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix) LYRICS

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 weed!

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 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' 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