Текст песни The Luniz - I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Re
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Intro]Ha hah, the remix.. five on it!We creepin in too, baby{We got five on ery`thang mayn}We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the.. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?){Know it`s goin together man} Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)[Verse One: Dru Down]You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the tableBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stableSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playinNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feelI`m on the level, stayin mellowNo criticism from the fellows, helloBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don`t tap the B.B.`sI`m D.D., Dru Down, baby[Verse Two: Knumskull]Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five upor ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver"Cause see a, niggie perpin` broke`ll smoke your spliff all dayGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlayI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram`s, or 40`sCause "This is How We Do It" like Montell JordanI`m from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a gonerKnum` blowin it up like Oklahoma[Verse Three: Richie Rich]Put ya feev` with my fin, best believe we`ll bendMo` corners than you thought, to somethin right is boughtMo` C-zacks? Believe that, tokinWhere you from? Oakland, smokinIn attempts to crack the chest plateThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love meAt every event I`m sacked upSo if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see meChorus: Michael MarshallI got five on it {"Got it good!"}Grab your fo`, let`s get keyedI got five on it..Messin with that endo weed!I got five on it {"Got it good!"}It`s got me stuck, and I`m tow backI got five on it..Potnah, let`s go half on a sack![Verse Four: E-40]E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happenFosgates slap and revenue growsfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastinPotent fumes lingerin` mighty clouds of Northern LightsDisrespect the Victor Baronand you`ll be violatin` my civil rightsI`m startin to feel my scrilla But perhaps today my scrilla ain`t feelin` meFor the simple fact that I`m off to the track where hella fools bePockets empty, pitchin five, man I`m dustedTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me[Verse Five: Yukmouth]Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bustReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the HurricaneSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equalMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel(Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like MethodNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfastGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men doGive me feev`, I shall proceed to continueChorus[Verse Six: Shock G]Yeah, it`s been a while since I`ve hollered from the townMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be downCause new styles is goin down, look around youTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round youBack to get my O on, they let me flow onThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I`m on itStill bringin satin for them drawersVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause[Verse Seven: Spice 1]Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary JaneSmokin the five before it`s tweleve o`clock, sippin on HurricaneReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin` to go to the landWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I`m the manCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earlFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain`t no jokeI got five on ery`thing, let`s get loaded and smokeS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an` croaaaakkkkkChorus[Outro]Yeahhah, whassup baby?It`s me, your boy with the kick that`s always tightYou a little short on some ends?Don`t worry, I`ll take care of that, I got five on thatI got you