Текст песни Da Luniz - I Got 5 On It
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IntroHa ha, the remix (5 on it)We creepin in too, babyWe got five on that thing, manWe got, uh, Dru DownWe got the LUNIZ (Shock G)Yeah, Richie RichE-40, Spice 1Verse One: Dru DownYou say you got five on my tenda,You can bend-a over the table,But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable,Say, bruh?No elementary school ground plan,Not a five dollar bill,But five double zero on the real, feelI`m on the level, stair mellow,No criticism from the fellows, helloBeing keyed during a high-speedBut still don`t tap the B.B.sI`m dizzy, Dru Down, babyVerse Two: KnumskullLike Nyquil, I drop fever,So either put your five up,Or ya gots to leave it like beaverCause see ya,Nigge Perkland broke and smoke ya spliff all dayGo home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-aI got five on the Hennesse, Segrims, and 40`sCause this is how we do it like Montell JordanI`m from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna,Now I`m blowin it up like OklahomaVerse Three: Richie RichPut ya fi-ve with my fin,Best believe we`ll bendMo corners than you thought,To somethin writers boughtMore sizz-acks, believe thatTalkin, where you from?OaklandSmokinIn attempts to crack the chest plate,The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves meAn every event I`m sacked up,So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see meChorus: Michael MarshallI got five on it,Grab ya four, let`s get keyed,I got five on it,Messin wit dat indo weedI got five on it,It`s got me stuck and toed back,I got five on it,Potna, let`s go half on a sackVerse Four: E-40E-40Why ya treat me so bad?40 makes it happenFives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of lightweightFlambosant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and molten lightsYou expect to bit the baron an you`ll be violatin my civil rightsI`m startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain`t feelinmeFor the simple fact that I`m off to the track with hella fools threePockets empty, pitchin five, man I`m dustedTook off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle meVerse Five: YukmouthMe an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plusYou let the lead bust,Ready to do a murda, man?Curved off the Hurricane, hurled againWitness we`ll bein off two-fifths equal,Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel(Insane in the membrane!)Bring the pain like MethodNeglected,Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfastCause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do,Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continueChorusVerse Six: Shock GYeah, it`s been a while since I`ve hollered from the town,Mess around heard young ginome said "I`ve gotta be down"Cause new styles is goin down, look around youTunes from the Luniz spread round an round youBack to get my O on, they let me flow onThe thirty-five on it,Yeah, I`m on it,Still brinin satin for them drawsVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the causeVerse Seven: Spice 1Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,Smokin the five before it`s tweleve o`clockSippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indoRollin up my window, fittin to go to the land,With a hand fulla brocoli,When it comes to the sticky, I`m the manCrunch nasty, I be hittin the jank so hard I hurlFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain`t no jokeI got five on everything, let`s get loaded and smokeS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkkChorusOutroHa ha, wassup babyIt`s me, your boy to keep the song always tightYou little short on some ends?Don`t worry, I`ll take care of that,I got you