Spice 1 - I Got 5 On It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Haha, the remix - 5 on it! We creepin' in too, baby We got 5 on ery'thang mane! We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wa**up? Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1 [Verse 1 - Dru Down] You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel? I'm on the level, staying mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby [Numskull] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers; so either put your 5 up Or you gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver" Cause see, a n***a perkin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay I got 5 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 Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma [Richie Rich] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend More corners than you thought till something right is bought More z-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 At every event I'm sacked up So if you need me, scream "Double R!" when you see me [Hook - Michael Marshall] I got five on it ("got it good!") Grab your 4, let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messing with that indo weed! I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack! [Verse 2 - E-40] "E-40, why you treat me so bad?" 40 makes it happen Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin' Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights You disrespect Vic da Baron And you'll be violating my civil rights I'm starting to feel my scrilla But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, pa**ed it around, man sprinkle me [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 k**in' people like Jason, facin' d**h 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Shock G] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down Cause new styles is going down: look around you Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you [Shock G as Humpty Hump] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still bringing satin for them drawers Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause [Spice 1] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane Ready to smoke on the indoe; rolling up my window, finna to go to the land With a handful of broccoli When it comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, wa**up baby? It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight You a little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that I got you