i got 5 on it (gumbo funk remix)

i got 5 on it

just got paid and i wanna smoke big

i got 5 on it

put a 5 on a sack and we can blow big

open the chips

open the fifth

let's get licked

cos i'm on one

i grab the drink but that bag boy was a strong one

i'm strong like van damme

hell no

more like bam bam

oooohhh!

almost got my ass slammed

til i hopped in the trans am

with the

pozzi rear

no fear

rowdy sideways to these hoes house

eh give me my take

why?

so i can get that stoge out

save it for later player

these better fader

vader

but if they don't then

i'm not a player hater

i just need weed

why lie

like houdini pulls a rabbit out of his sleeve

sticky icky

green leaf

so we can blow big

man i'm so high i done forgot where these niggas live

what? go get the pager digits fool

it was in my pocket

what you sayin?

i don't know where da hell it is

man that's why they call you knumskull

because your brain froze and everythang's stolen

hole in your pocket with gold chain showin

hehe

aaah yukmouth

dustmouth

what?

you swoopin to the left this way

you better stop blowin ya breath this way

now say

if po-po was on our ass

no they ain't stockin!

man they on our ass i ain't bullshittin!

you best ta hit a coupla corners

be swayz off the alize

before your ride get took for thirty days

fool you crazy

i'm hittin 80 in a high speeder

go all out

can't wash no drawers out in santa rita

forget 5 on a sack cos i quit

almost had a seizure

smokin the straight-up leaves had a brother keyed like lei-zure

but forever got on-them's on that drink though

your talkin about choosin links

i pulls out my whole bankroll

dude who asked you

to speak? you're too cheap cos i got 5 on the gas too

i passed you da hemp but you never gave it back

cos you too busy tryin to play the mack

what's your name? money seen

money gone

bustarama

look like you never ever had a home

put 5 on the hindu

player let's drink

but you can't

so play the link

fools whistle dixie

don't got no scratch and try to lie

quick to hop in my hooptie and try to ride

slide yo

it's over

you don't got loot

your ride stank

and don't try to grab my drank

boi

yuk'll spray ya

lay ya down

up in the o-a-k the town

homies don't play around

we down to blaze a pound

then ease up

speed up thru the e-s-o

drink the vsop up with the lemon squeeze up

in everybody's throater

i'm the roller

that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia

hold up

suck up my weed is all you do

kick in feed

cos where i be's we needs half like them foo-foo

comin from your true blue

funks j the period

j period's strapped with ak

somethin serious

delirious brain and thought mushrooms

it's like when i inhale

get smoked for my dead homies and

folks that's up in jail

i shoulda been down with redman cos my posse

be pistol packin'

actin a fool off that rozzi

alize

equals one mo' casual-tay

for cash i mass move ghetto in a camp like alloway

hey