Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got 5 On It, artist - Yukmouth. Album song 18k - The Golden Era: Disc 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
I Got 5 On It |
Haha, the remix - 5 on it! |
We creepin' in too, baby |
We got 5 on ery'thang mane! |
We got Dru Down; |
we got the Luniz! |
Shock G, wassup? |
Numskull and Yukmouth! |
Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1 |
You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table |
But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable |
Say, brah? |
No elementary school-ground playing |
Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel? |
I'm on the level, staying mellow |
No criticism from the fellows, hello |
Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s |
I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby |
Like Nyquil, I drop fevers |
So either put your 5 up, or you gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver" |
'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day |
Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay |
I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's |
'Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan |
I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner |
Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma |
Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend |
More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought |
More z-zags? |
Believe that: tokin! |
Where you from? |
Oakland! |
Smokin' |
In attempts to crack the chestplate |
The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me |
At every event I'm sacked up |
So if you need me, scream "Double R!" |
when you see me |
I got five on it ("got it good!") |
Grab your 4, let's get keyed |
I got 5 on it |
Messing with that indo weed! |
I got 5 on it; |
it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back |
I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack! |
"E-40, why you treat me so bad?" |
40 makes it happen |
Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows |
From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin' |
Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights |
You disrespect Vic da Baron |
And you'll be violating my civil rights |
I'm starting to feel my scrilla |
But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me |
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B |
Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted |
Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me |
Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust |
Ready to do a murda, mayn; |
perved off the Hurricane |
Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal |
Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel |
(Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method |
Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast |
Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do |
Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue |
I got five on it ("got it good!") |
Grab your 4, let's get keyed |
I got 5 on it |
Messing with that indo weed! |
I got 5 on it; |
it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back |
I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack! |
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town |
Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down |
'Cause new styles is going down—look around you |
Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you |
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on |
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it |
Still bringing satin for them drawers |
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause |
Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane |
Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane |
Ready to smoke on the indo |
Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land |
With a handful of broccoli |
When it comes to the sticky I'm the man |
Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl |
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke |
T-H-C ain't no joke |
I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke |
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak |
I got five on it ("got it good!") |
Grab your 4, let's get keyed |
I got 5 on it |
Messing with that indo weed! |
I got 5 on it; |
it's got me stuck, and I’m tore back |
I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack! |
Yeah, wassup baby? |
It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight |
You a little short on some ends? |
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that |
I got you |