I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)

<br>[Chorus x2]<br> I got 5 on it<br> Just got paid and I wanna smoke big<br> I got 5 on it<br> Put a 5 on a sack and we can blow big<br><br>[Knumskull] Open the chips<br>[Yukmouth] Open the fifth, let`s get licked<br>[Y] Cos I`m on one<br>[K] I grab the drink but that bag boy was a strong one<br>[Y] I`m strong like Van Damme<br>[K] Hell no, more like Bam Bam<br>[Y] Oooohhh!!!<br>[K] Almost got my ass slammed, til I hopped in the Trans Am<br>[Y] With the, pozzi rear, no fear, <br> rowdy sideways to these hoes house<br>[K] Eh give me my take<br>[Y] Why?<br>[K] So I can get that stoge out<br>[Y] Save it for later player, these [BLANK] better fader, Vader<br>[K] But if they don`t then (see ya later gator)<br> I`m not a player hater, I just need weed<br>[Y] Why lie, like Houdini pulls a rabbit out of his sleeve<br>[K] Sticky icky, green leaf, so we can blow big<br> Man I`m so high I done forgot where these niggas live<br>[Y] What? Go get the pager digits fool<br>[K] It was in my pocket<br>[Y] What you sayin?<br>[K] I don`t know where da hell it is<br>[Y] Man that`s why they call you Knumskull <br> because your brain froze and everythang`s stolen<br> hole in your pocket with gold chain showin, hehe<br>[K] Aaah Yukmouth, dustmouth<br>[Y] What?<br>[K] You swoopin to the left this way, <br> you better stop blowin ya breath this way<br>[Y] Now say, if po-po was on our ass<br>[K] No they ain`t stockin!<br>[Y] Man they on our ass I AIN`T BULLSHITTIN!!!<br>[K] You best ta hit a coupla corners, be swayz off the Alize<br> before your ride get took for thirty days<br>[Y] Fool you crazy<br>[K] I`m hittin 80 in a high speeder<br> Go all out, can`t wash no drawers out in Santa Rita<br><br>Chorus x 2<br><br>[Knumskull]<br>Forget 5 on a sack cos I quit, almost had a seizure<br>Smokin the straight-up leaves had a brother keyed like lei-zure<br>But forever got on-them`s on that drink though<br>Your talkin about choosin links, I pulls out my whole bankroll<br>(Man you got 5 on e`rything, huh?) Dude who asked you<br>to speak? You`re too cheap cos I got 5 on the gas too<br>I passed you da hemp (5-0) but you never gave it back<br>cos you too busy tryin to play the mack<br>What`s your name? (Money Green) Money seen, money gone<br>Bustarama, look like you never ever had a home<br>Put 5 on the Hindu, player let`s drink<br>(Man I would if I could) But you can`t, so play the link<br>Fools whistle dixie, don`t got no scratch and try to lie<br>Quick to hop in my hooptie and try to ride<br>Slide yo, it`s over, you don`t got loot, your ride stank<br>And don`t try to grab my drank, boi<br><br>Chorus x 2<br><br>[Yukmouth]<br>Yuk`ll spray ya, lay ya down<br>Up in the O-A-K the Town<br>Homies don`t play around, we down to blaze a pound<br>Then ease up, speed up thru the E-S-O<br>Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up<br>in everybody`s throater, I`m the roller<br>that`s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia<br>Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do<br>Kick in feed, cos where I be`s we needs half like them foo-foo<br>Comin from your true blue, funks J the period<br>J period`s strapped with AK, somethin serious<br>Delirious brain and thought mushrooms, it`s like when I inhale<br>get smoked for my dead homies and, folks that`s up in jail<br>I shoulda been down with Redman cos my Posse<br>be Pistol Packin`, actin a fool off that Rozzi<br>Alize, equals one mo` casual-tay<br>For cash I mass move ghetto in a camp like Alloway, hey<br><br>Chorus x 4