Luniz - I got 5 on it - clean remix lyrics

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 You say you got five on my tenda You can bend over the table But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable Say, brush? 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 Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya n**e Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, framed n**e is a gonna Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', 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 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 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 molten 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 Pa**ed it around, sprinkle me Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man? Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal k**ing people like Jason, facin' d**h 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 indo fins do the evil that men do Give me five and I shall proceed and continue 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 Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around heard young genome 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 Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane Smokin' the five before it's twelve 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 broccoli When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank 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 croak 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 Ha ha, wa**up 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