I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Re

[Intro]<br>Ha hah, the remix.. five on it!<br>We creepin in too, baby<br>{We got five on ery`thang mayn}<br>We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the.. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)<br>{Know it`s goin together man} <br>Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)<br><br>[Verse One: Dru Down]<br>You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table<br>But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable<br>Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin<br>Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel<br>I`m on the level, stayin mellow<br>No criticism from the fellows, hello<br>Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don`t tap the B.B.`s<br>I`m D.D., Dru Down, baby<br><br>[Verse Two: Knumskull]<br>Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up<br>or ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver"<br>Cause see a, niggy perkin broke`ll smoke your spliff all day<br>Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty then parlay<br>I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram`s, or 40`s<br>Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan<br>I`m from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner<br>Knum` blowin it up like Oklahoma<br><br>[Verse Three: Richie Rich]<br>Put ya feev` with my fin, best believe we`ll bend<br>Mo` corners than you thought, to somethin writers bought<br>Mo` C-zacks? Believe that, tokin<br>Where you from? Oakland, smokin<br>In attempts to crack the chest plate<br>The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me<br>At every event I`m sacked up<br>So if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see me<br><br>Chorus: Michael Marshall<br><br>I got five on it {"Got it good!"}<br>Grab your fo`, let`s get keyed<br>I got five on it..<br>Messin with that endo weed!<br>I got five on it {"Got it good!"}<br>It`s got me stuck, cannot go back<br>I got five on it..<br>Potnah, let`s go half on a sack!<br><br>[Verse Four: E-40]<br>E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen<br>Fives gets slapped and revenue grows<br>from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin<br>Potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern Lights<br>You expect to vick the baron<br>and you`ll be violatin my civil rights<br>I`m startin to feel my scrilla <br>but perhaps today my scrilla ain`t feelin me<br>For the simple fact that I`m off to the track with hella fools B<br>Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I`m dusted<br>Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me<br><br>[Verse Five: Yukmouth]<br>Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust<br>Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane<br>Slurred again, witness what bein off two-fifths equal<br>Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel<br>(Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method<br>Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast<br>Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do<br>Give me feev`, I shall proceed to continue<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Verse Six: Shock G]<br>Yeah, it`s been a while since I`ve hollered from the town<br>Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down<br>Cause new styles is goin down, look around you<br>Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you<br>Back to get my O on, they let me flow on<br>The thirty-five on it, yeah, I`m on it<br>Still bringin satin for them drawers<br>Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause<br><br>[Verse Seven: Spice 1]<br>Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane<br>Smokin the five before it`s tweleve o`clock, sippin on Hurricane<br>Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin` to go to the land<br>With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I`m the man<br>Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl<br>Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain`t no joke<br>I got five on ery`thing, let`s get loaded and smoke<br>S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an` croaaaakkkkk<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Outro]<br>Yeahhah, whassup baby?<br>It`s me, your boy with the kick that`s always tight<br>You a little short on some ends?<br>Don`t worry, I`ll take care of that, I got five on that<br>I got you