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-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 

Like Nyquil, I drop fever,
So either put your five up,
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver
Cause see ya,
Nigge Perkland broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
I got five on the Hennesse, 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 fi-ve 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' with that 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
Flambosant, 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 murder, 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 in-do fins do the evil that men do,
Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue 

I got five on it,
Grab ya four, let's get keyed,
I got five on it,
Messin' with that 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 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 

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
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' with that 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