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I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)
[Intro: I don't know it] [Verse One: Don't know it, too.] same under verse this song [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, niggy perkin broke'll 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 [Verse Three: Richie Rich] 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 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, cannot go 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 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 [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 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 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 |
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love, from dope fiends plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground I'm not play, I don't play though I'm out to get yo pay roll say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe fucked in the game like a dildo from the Vill hoe to the mutha fuckin Fil-Mo fo real though none can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter practice lookin harder than 40 Water niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the Golden Gate let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog break laws leathal weapon like Danny slangin candy livin lavish about my cabbage understands me. *(Chorus- Knumskull)* x2 Can't slang cream, can't lay low quick to pull licks for some paper to fold it ain't me fuck gettin fronted (Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted.) Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* I see what you see, but you don't see what I see mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me a whole line of felonies on my rap sheet any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route it's all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo) that's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle why there's so many bubbles, I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch I gots to move on, an scoot on now mutha fucka can you buy that? lay low make no mistakes, make it successful an if a nigga run up then make his chest full I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me cross me a gang of jelousy because I'm saucy it's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta instead I say moms meetin pops was a mix up pick up hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than I can think adrenaline pumpin about to faint ain't no shame can't be no 9 to 5 nigga the "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive nigga. *(chorus)* x2 Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* Nigga notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat the real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at he did juss that, showed me where the kicks at an big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that. Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* Yuk pull over park the Nova tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola I hold the Mag, lookin for the attack search the whole fuckin crib cuz I know he got scratch. Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask on the second floor in the drawer there should be cash but we laugh cuz we see task cars right next door but we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door. Verse 6 *(Knumskull)* Boom kick it once boom kick it twice three times it's breakin an have the fuckin building shakin make our way through the house nothin less nothin more (where the kicks at??!!) I think they in the third drawer. Verse 7 *(Yukmouth)* There's more an that's a fa sho-sho I got the doe, now we up out the door before the neighbors call po-po to the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll in my sock, I rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle. Verse 8 *(Knumskull)* It's morn-ing we unleash to the streets wit 12 g's a piece headed straight to the East better recognize this game is bought to be sold that's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold. *(Chorus)* x2 BIA-TCH!! |
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Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in Man where the f**k we at who the f**k are you?? It is I Jesus Shock Jesus And what brings you brothers to such an early fate? Man no what the f**k man Niggaz just shot me man what the f**k man How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty F**k you You shall perish (beitch!!) It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell Man noo for eternity Nooo (the Luniz are here) Ahhh 5150, feel me Psycho disco just go Luni 5150, feel me Psycho disco just go Luni I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?) So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot A broke nigga boney Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies I play acts and make scratch from table scraps and always end up f**ked watchin other niggaz backs I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk would they really bust rounds? I get woozie when I inhale all the badness I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem I stressed the f**k out gotta doubt my own niggaz I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64 and now I don't smoke weed no mo' And I ain't knowin where I'm headin Most likely it's the scene of creamery I'm petrified of the whole scenery The game is some shit ya either roll wit Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it For less is what I was wishin for it never came true So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers I gotta play my part though and take what I can from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya By any means nescescary That's why they find scary niggaz buried Carried to a whole 'nother place If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face So much drama, I put my best in it Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above I'm still takin shit day by day Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150 Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out Tryin to take the loot out my pocket But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket Then I split runnin down the block No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed on the ground hella bleeedin ass out I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old No more bullet holes in my chest A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin The Lord has no love for playa hatin I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right Because I'm trained up in that mob life Come back tonite strapped tonite He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route The whole scene was a disaster Friday the 13th the final chapter Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost But I float until I smoked the big man Slipped in quick sand He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body I yelled watch out he's gonna get me They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150 Chorus |
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[Chorus: x4]
"Always gotta blame a god damn nigga 900 blame a nigga" [Verse 1: Numskull] How can I get blame for shit That a nigga really didn't even do One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew I feel like O.J., and Rodney A little mayo, but still don't be havin No happy days like Potsy Nigga's get blamed for every thang From robbin you house, to ho stroll's And the tropicana cocaine And if the sun turned black ("Yup a nigga did it Jim") OR ("get a nigger over so I blame it on him") Nigga's getttin (??) like the oldies Played the fuck out, we only known for stealin cars and drinkin 40's Or showin your whole ass crack on cops They quick to do a nigga on the routine stop Chopped rock's, in a nigga possesion, a whole zip Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers Bit that ain't shit, cause they still gon blame a nigga [Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black niggers took The battery outta my car last night I did see it, but I know those were niggers [Numskull] Drivin down the block, and what did I see A police man tryna gaffle me Threw down my rocks, so I wouldn't get caught A high-speed CHASE for fourty-eight blocks [Verse 2: Yukmouth] I heard some shit was goin down though It might be scanda-lous, on the down low Plus I get around ho, like Shock and Mon' Walkin to the lot, forgot I got the gun In the bushes, more mayo then the rest of the pushers Tonight a nigga might be readin my Nike's like Bushwick Chronic smoke like chimney, to lit a doobie They knew me, let me in free cause I bee that Luni Higher then the police sky waves off the blue I partied two or three hours now I'm sideways in the sukra To the hoopsta's, survival is the be-under But I was in it, now five-oh's on my bumper Ready to dump the forty outie, and weed baggies They had me searchin through my car, for what we have we here A queer tryna frame a nigga, but shame on a nigga That try to put the blame on a nigga [Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a nigger? Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know a nigger did it [Yukmouth] Last night was the night before Twenty-four robber's came knocking at my door I ran out, they ran in, tryna blast for my cash Wit ski-masks on they're chin [Verse 3: Luniz] Take a puff from my hamp then bounce I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper Playa haters trippin off ho's it seems that they plot Snitch to the cops, and swear that I chopped O's of cream WHO STOLE THE COOKIE OUT THE COOKIE JAR! That's what they mumble Now knowin about THE POWER OF NUMSKULL! Now I done had it wit all that static I'm thinkin I should load my automatic And let all these faggots have it [Yukmouth] One love, it's cocked backed, and then I bust slugs Roastin a motherfucker, so busta always suffer Blood in the ghetto, other niggas try to run up Wit they gun, and get done from sun down to sun up, punk Dead bodies in the trunk, they kept on tellin me Oh I was sellin P.D. I was sellin D, I caught a felony As soon as I got it, had to pop out a nigga brains I was the wrong nigga to frame [REDNECK talking while Chorus plays] Boy I wish I could get a job But them damn niggers take all the jobs nowadays They got affirmative action stuff I tell you that guy up in puff, he agreed to that stuff bad Them, them niggas are gonna know where it's, hey... [Yukmouth talking] Wassup man, you all on my tape and shit Talkin that weak shit, get the fuck up outta hear [REDNECK] Who are you, who are you! You nigger's are tryna kill me! [Yukmouth] Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood motherfucker Jive ass turkey, that's right I stole yo motherfuckin car But aye, it's yo fault Yo ass brought us from Africa, bitch Aye get yo ass up outta here, you peckerwood motherfucker [gunshots] Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin all that shit Pointin the finger and shit, I'm tired of y'all Pointin the fingers at motherfuckers mayne Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah Tupac, Gov Man fuck blamin me, I didn't do it, WHY, fuck that you did it |
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*(two dope fiends talking)*
(whistle) Hahahaha. *Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk, by the time it get to her stomach it's spoiled... ahaha!!* *Where you get that cream from man??* *The Ice Cream Man, man, that nigga ain't no mutha fuckin joke.* *Hold on, hold on, close the blinds, cuz, cuz the neighbors are lookin.* *What?? Nigga lets get busy man, I'm ready to hit this big shit man, you know what I'm sayin, this is big, big....* *Get that kid outta here!!* *Whoa!! The kids!! Man get the kids outta here.* *Close the door, cuz they gonna tell on us.* *Eh I'm blazin this up fo tha Ice Cream Man nigga!!* Uh, uh, uh, yeah. Chorus *(Yukmouth)* x2 It's the Ice Cream Man, BITCH don't you hear the music?? (Dope king, dope king.) I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it!! Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* This shit is to be to let go, so welcome to the ghetto, got no love from my moms an pops had to creep an caulk heat wit my fellows, niggaz from the Big O, always down to scuffle, had the hustle from the get go, an didn't no.... body, give a fuck about Jerold, not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl, hit the dice game, hurled off the night train, so hang that four-fifth at my brain, if you want me to do the right thang, ever since my eyes open, I musta really sell dope in, the 6-9 Village of East Oakland, hopin, my dad would come back, but that fool vamp, now my mama spend the checks on woozy's an the food stamps, that's why my ass was pumpin gas, an shootin craps, so I can make me some rootin-tootin scratch, no dap from the school hoes, now why did I cut school, fuck school, cuz me didn't have no school clothes, I had to go, hook up, a book up, now I'm a crook up, on the late night posted, slangin cakes like Hostess, sumpthin ferocious, mo candy than Reese Pieces, fo human species, that wanna swap fo T.V.'s an V.C.'s, I'm ready, like Heav D, nuttin but love fo ya, fedi dubbs fo ya, the only nigga would glove fo ya, it's me, the Ice Creamery, so weasle down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery. *(Chours)* x2 Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* You wonder why I became the Ice Cream Man, cuz I knocked straight hands, but niggaz on my block didn't understand, that I was born to be a factor, if roses what I play, to get paid, then don't fade, but first give a nigga props, fo ditchin cops, I couldn't work, so I knew a nigga couldn't stop, slangin mo yay than the next man, if I come up, don't get mad, juss give a pound an let the best stand, cuz I done tried gettin twenty off a note, I been there, slangin fo the next nigga still broke, he flippin shit, but you ain't, you fuck around an crumble, then you come up short on yo bundle, an plus the dope fiends be gafflin, rolled out all yo scratch, you broke, so you whips up a dangle batch, to get enough to cop a zip, I'm stackin up my grip, got my .380 out so I don't slip, I need some real folks to come up, niggaz wit some guts, plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk, my lick mates, 100 percent hustlaz, games an heists, quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes, twice the game, bigga the endin, endin rules, much shit, an tucked tens is what I'm sendin fools, I goes through all shit, to lick a ball bitch, to law shit, then I'm off wit the Lootchie, my game is ready to be sold, I got my stripes fo followin the Yellow Brick Road. *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* Now I'm the Ice Cream Man, bitch, don't you see the man sittin on gold ones, dishin off half, zips, an whole ones, no one, could stop the Operation Stackola, a black soldier slangin crack only fo scratchola, I told ya, I do it to fold ya, straight over nighter, then flag the driver down wit my flash lighter, "He speak please g, please don't say no to me, fo the cream, I dream, I fiend like Jodeci!" Notice he had a G ready to spend it, splended, got my shit so I won't get apprehended, once again it's on, I gets my bail on, weasle down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on. Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* I chops cream, seems like the whole block is holdin now, broke my triple beam, cuz the whole scene is rollin now, hope I can get to break it down an hold thangs, wit my luck, Num an Yuk, wit gold thangs on the ice cream truck, nut up wit nuthins, stroll down the Yellow Brick Road, quick to lick fo some paper to fold, stole my whole load, what you want a nigga to get hurt fo?? My operation don't include spendin on the turf hoe, (biatch!) the quickest nigga to finish, I cruise some, can't be too dumb, sewed up the block, where you from?? so float on, an roll on, an understand, easin down the roooaaad, it's the Ice Cream Man. *(Chorus)* BIATCH!! |
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I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Nothing but a freak and no future in the front Verse 1: Bitches be lovin' how I dick em when I get them in the mood to fuck they hold up all my nuts and lick em they break me off cash flow any damn thing I ask for so a nigga paid up the asshole some fools be thinking they gotta win her like Bruce Jinna but Joe Tenner is letting every nigger run up in her most of the tricks I pick up like to get fucked as a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut like this slut named Kim I knew she fucked me, fucked him and she fucked all of them too so we worked the train on her and left enough stains on her neck looking like a gold chain on her no free high, the hoochie couldn't find two even though she popped that coochie like the hole from 2 Live Crew so if you bump into this bitch on the streets and you like the pussy deep, nigga speak because she's just a freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut Verse 2: I'll be rolling through your cup motherfuck, you whats up its that little nigga Yuck and I don't give a fuck rolling through your neighborhood motherfucker, yo it's me the capital N-U-C, K, L to the E see this is for them hoes and the trick tramp sluts all these stupid bitches on my motherfucking nuts all up on my nuts cause a niggas getting richer didn't mean to hit ya, hope you get the picture back in 91' you was a little bit stuck up acting like you didn't have time for the fuck up trying to walk the halls wit that little switch trying to play that roll but you aint nothing but a bitch a bitch on my dick cause you hoes make me sick come and get a lick of the dicks do a trick caught you in the mix with a fix turning tricks fucking one nigga while you licking two dicks she's a freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Nothing but a freak and no future in the front I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut Verse 3: My dick up, but hick up bitch but don't stick up your nose cause you don't look shit like En Vogue hoes taxi around them gold ones acting like they don't fuck no one be the master like Sho Gun at the hot tubs making a gang of waves hoe in the cunt doing stunts like Super Dave ballas call her the human giraffe no joke cause that ass be deep throating niggas on the quick fast with no whiplash you see me footing it but couldn't it be cool won't buy you assy food when we cruise, you lose she give niggas blues like 505 don't ask why I guess that stank bitch is a fall guy you got no bucks, you can't fuck we'll thats how I put it C&H got that hole on tape, straight footage the same bitch that wouldn't speak was on the TV screen sucking everybody mean because she's just a freak I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Nothing but a freak and no future in the front I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt Nothing but a freak and no future in the front I fucked you, you fucked me We had one fat ass orgy With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt (fade out) |
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Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah! *(Yukmouth rambling)* Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion. Hey!! Order in the court.... YOU'RE GUILTY!! *(man talking)* No I'm not guilty, you're guilty. Law makers. Politicians. Business men. The police. You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes. You don't see none of that. You're the reason why, I'm a criminal. You're the reason why, I'm.... The Ice Cream Man. Verse 1 *(Knumskull)* I, spent hella time on the block late, an I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the glock straight, so come, get the greenery, rush to the bank collect yo doe, make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, cuz the man, (be comin around the mountian when he come!) that's a rigg up, I rather swallow my yay, an shit slugs, fuck task, it's a must I bubble, so many rocks in my jaw I feel like Barney Rubble, I got my, pager, an my, bus pass, grab my Avion water juss incase I had to dust task, it was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin, one was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads, (knock on weed nigga, fuck that knock on weed, you got a twenty??) gave up two ten's an a bump cuz I had plenty, not even knowin what I juss did, put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib, got a tingle on my dick feelin bad, looked up an seen task cars comin at me, so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash, swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass, then found myself by Blyman's house, thinkin about juice, hit the turf, sky out, through the roof, but that plan was cancelled, betta give up, betta throw yo hands up, here comes the man, the gloves on the other hand, got on my knees, crossed my legs, then threw up my hands, one of them yelled "Bitch hit the deck!!", Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck, I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back, then they asked me "Hey where the fuck our money at??!!", now I'm stressin cuz the dogs right beside me, they took me down so that the under could identify me, You got the right one BAY-BEE!! Shot me downtown, threw me in a cell that's drivin me crazy, so they booked me, walked me through the court door, stripped me down, an gave me some drawls the next nigga wore, I'm in my pad makin phone calls, so I can post bail, go home, an then put on my own drawls, got in touch wit my nigga Yuk, what's up fool??!!, I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut, snatch it up, get it off, come an get me, before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me, cuz the D-A, was talkin nonsense at my arraignment, an think she's still talkin the same shit, the |
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I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)
[Intro: I don't know it] [Verse One: Don't know it, too.] same under verse this song [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, niggy perkin broke'll 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 [Verse Three: Richie Rich] 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 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, cannot go 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 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 [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 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 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 |
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