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