Michael Marshall

 Intro

 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

 Verse One: Dru Down

 You 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, 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

 Verse Two: Knumskull

 Like Nyquil, I drop fever,
 So either put your five up,
 Or ya gots to leave it like Deva
 Cause see ya,
 Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all day
 Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
 I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's
 Cause  This is How We Do It  like Montell Jordan
 I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga is a gonna,
 Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma

 Verse Three: Richie Rich

 Put ya fi-ve with my fin,
 Best believe we'll bend
 Mo corners than you thought,
 To somethin writers bought
 More zig-zags believe that
 Tokin, 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

 Chorus: Michael Marshall

 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

 Verse Four: E-40

 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 Northern 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

 Verse Five: Yukmouth

 Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus
 You let the lead bust,
 Ready to do a murda, man?
 Perved 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 in-do fins do the evil that men do,
 Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue

 Chorus

 Verse Six: Shock G

 Yeah, 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 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

 Verse Seven: Spice 1

 Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,
 Smokin the five before it's tweleve 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 brocoli,
 When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
 Crutch nasty I be hittin the J 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 croaaaakkkkk

 Chorus

 Outro

 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