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   Nigge 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 nigge 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   Passed 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      Killing people like Jason, facin' death 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, wassup 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