Michael Marshall - I Got 5 On It (gumbo Funk Remix) lyrics

[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 a** 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 n***as 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 a** [k] no they ain't stockin! [y] man they on our a** i ain't bullsh**tin!!! [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 pa**ed 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, s** 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 ma** move ghetto in a camp like alloway, hey Chorus x 4