I Got 5 On It (gumbo Funk Remix) Lyrics

I Got 5 On It (gumbo Funk Remix)

[Chorus x2]



	I got 5 on it



	Just got paid and I wanna smoke big



	I got 5 on it



	Put a 5 on a sack and we can blow big







[Knumskull] Open the chips



[Yukmouth] Open the fifth, let's get licked



[Y] Cos I'm on one



[K] I grab the drink but that bag boy was a strong one



[Y] I'm strong like Van Damme



[K] Hell no, more like Bam Bam



[Y] Oooohhh!!!



[K] Almost got my ass slammed, til I hopped in the Trans Am



[Y] With the, pozzi rear, no fear, 



rowdy sideways to these hoes house



[K] Eh give me my take



[Y] Why?



[K] So I can get that stoge out



[Y] Save it for later player, these [BLANK] better fader, Vader



[K] But if they don't then (see ya later gator)



I'm not a player hater, I just need weed



[Y] Why lie, like Houdini pulls a rabbit out of his sleeve



[K] Sticky icky, green leaf, so we can blow big



Man I'm so high I done forgot where these niggas live



[Y] What? Go get the pager digits fool



[K] It was in my pocket



[Y] What you sayin?



[K] I don't know where da hell it is



[Y] Man that's why they call you Knumskull 



because your brain froze and everythang's stolen



hole in your pocket with gold chain showin, hehe



[K] Aaah Yukmouth, dustmouth



[Y] What?



[K] You swoopin to the left this way, 



you better stop blowin ya breath this way



[Y] Now say, if po-po was on our ass



[K] No they ain't stockin!



[Y] Man they on our ass I AIN'T BULLSHITTIN!!!



[K] You best ta hit a coupla corners, be swayz off the Alize



before your ride get took for thirty days



[Y] Fool you crazy



[K] I'm hittin 80 in a high speeder



Go all out, can't wash no drawers out in Santa Rita







Chorus x 2







[Knumskull]



Forget 5 on a sack cos I quit, almost had a seizure



Smokin the straight-up leaves had a brother keyed like lei-zure



But forever got on-them's on that drink though



Your talkin about choosin links, I pulls out my whole bankroll



(Man you got 5 on e'rything, huh?) Dude who asked you



to speak? You're too cheap cos I got 5 on the gas too



I passed you da hemp (5-0) but you never gave it back



cos you too busy tryin to play the mack



What's your name? (Money Green) Money seen, money gone



Bustarama, look like you never ever had a home



Put 5 on the Hindu, player let's drink



(Man I would if I could) But you can't, so play the link



Fools whistle dixie, don't got no scratch and try to lie



Quick to hop in my hooptie and try to ride



Slide yo, it's over, you don't got loot, your ride stank



And don't try to grab my drank, boi







Chorus x 2







[Yukmouth]



Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down



Up in the O-A-K the Town



Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound



Then ease up, speed up thru the E-S-O



Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up



in everybody's throater, I'm the roller



that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia



Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do



Kick in feed, cos where I be's we needs half like them foo-foo



Comin from your true blue, funks J the period



J period's strapped with AK, somethin serious



Delirious brain and thought mushrooms, it's like when I inhale



get smoked for my dead homies and, folks that's up in jail



I shoulda been down with Redman cos my Posse



be Pistol Packin', actin a fool off that Rozzi



Alize, equals one mo' casual-tay



For cash I mass move ghetto in a camp like Alloway, hey







Chorus x 4