I Got 5 On It (clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix) Lyrics

I Got 5 On It (clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix) lyrics

featuring Dru Down Richie Rich E 40 Shock G Spice 1
Michael
Marshall

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,
Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all
day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
I got five on the
Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's
Cause +This is How We Do It+ like Montell
Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga 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 zig-zags 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
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
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin
mighty clouds and Northern
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?
Perved 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
Crutch nasty I be hittin the J 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 always tight
You little short on some
ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that,
I got you