[{"id":31163992,"name":"I Got 5 On It (Clean Weedless Remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (Clean Weedless Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\nWe creepin in too, baby\n{We got five on ery'thang mayn}\nWe got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n{Know it's goin together man}\nYeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\nYou say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\nNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\nI'm on the level, stayin mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\nor ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\nCause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\nI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\nCause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\nKnum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\nMo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\nWhere you from? Oakland, smokin\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nE-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\nFosgates slap and revenue grows\nfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\nPotent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\nDisrespect the Victor Baron\nand you'll be violatin' my civil rights\nI'm startin to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\nPockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\nMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is goin down, look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringin satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\nSmokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\nWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\nFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\nI got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeahhah, whassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Clean Weedless Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It\n duration_ms: 254000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\n We creepin in too, baby\n {We got five on ery'thang mayn}\n We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n {Know it's goin together man}\n Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\n You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\n Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\n I'm on the level, stayin mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\n or ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\n I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\n Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\n Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\n Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\n Where you from? Oakland, smokin\n In attempts to crack the chest plate\n The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n E-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\n Fosgates slap and revenue grows\n from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\n Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\n Disrespect the Victor Baron\n and you'll be violatin' my civil rights\n I'm startin to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\n Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\n Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\n Cause new styles is goin down, look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringin satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\n Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\n With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\n Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeahhah, whassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":10683675,"name":"I GOT 5 ON IT (GUMBO FUNK REMIX)","trackName":"I GOT 5 ON IT (GUMBO FUNK REMIX)","artistName":"LUNIZ","albumName":"I GOT 5 ON IT","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\nWe creepin in too, baby\n{We got five on ery'thang mayn}\nWe got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n{Know it's goin together man}\nYeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\nYou say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\nNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\nI'm on the level, stayin mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\nor ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\nCause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\nI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\nCause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\nKnum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\nMo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\nWhere you from? Oakland, smokin\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nE-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\nFosgates slap and revenue grows\nfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\nPotent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\nDisrespect the Victor Baron\nand you'll be violatin' my civil rights\nI'm startin to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\nPockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\nMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is goin down, look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringin satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\nSmokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\nWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\nFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\nI got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeahhah, whassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I GOT 5 ON IT (GUMBO FUNK REMIX)\n artist: LUNIZ\n album: I GOT 5 ON IT\n duration_ms: 292000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\n We creepin in too, baby\n {We got five on ery'thang mayn}\n We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n {Know it's goin together man}\n Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\n You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\n Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\n I'm on the level, stayin mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\n or ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\n I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\n Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\n Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\n Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\n Where you from? Oakland, smokin\n In attempts to crack the chest plate\n The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n E-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\n Fosgates slap and revenue grows\n from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\n Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\n Disrespect the Victor Baron\n and you'll be violatin' my civil rights\n I'm startin to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\n Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\n Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\n Cause new styles is goin down, look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringin satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\n Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\n With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\n Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeahhah, whassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":22804437,"name":"5 On It (Remix)","trackName":"5 On It (Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It","duration":253.533016,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kinda broke this evening yall\nSo all I got is 5\nI got 5...\n\nKhleo\nYou know I had to do it\n\n()\nBaby girl the baddest, been seen er\nIt's something bout her aura like her name Rita\nGot ass like her mama and her aunties\nAnd she down to ride like Bonnie\nBonnie & Clyde, open wide\nWhy not? Make it rain for them thunder thighs\nStrip search, can I pat it?\nLet me put this 5 on it, let me grab it\nI'm a G, a mack, whatever you wanna call it\nEither way, yo girl, she in here bout to pop it\nWhy you tryna cuff er? She ain't even break a crime\nLet that girl loose, let her do it for the ride\nGo on throw it like you mean it, watch a nigga keep it\nRun into the endzone in the Sektor del Rivas\nLook at all that shit yes, look at all that cleavage\nGot her Butt where my head be like Beavis\n\n()\nHands on yo knees, rotation\nThe way she make it clap, standing ovation\nDo it like you do it when there's no one home\nDo it like you do when you got nothing on\nPi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\nShawty ass fat, put a crown on it\nUp and down the pole, the way she grind on it\nBands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\n()\nGot her hands on her knees, ready set bounce\nBands on me, in a large amount\nTryna blow it like a candle on yo birthday\nYou tired of these lames cus they all thirsty\nYou got yo friend in here wit you\nA cup of liquor and she tryna kiss you\nGot molly all in yo system\nTryna knock em with this wood like I'm superstitious\nWith the quickness\nAll my niggas pull dimes\nGot her heels on and we call her high 5's\nWe don't need much, just a bottle of Ciroc\nSupper club, fireworks and they comin from the top\nSlick Rhythm Gang, yea you know it when you see it\nGirlfriend send the X in those but I ain't The Weeknd\nPhone steady ringin, I was getting money\nNever care bout a hater long as my bitches love me\nThat's slick livin\n\n()\nHands on yo knees, rotation\nThe way she make it clap, standing ovation\nDo it like you do it when there's no one home\nDo it like you do when you got nothing on\nPi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\nShawty ass fat, put a crown on it\nUp and down the pole, the way she grind on it\nBands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\nBands on that ass, I got 5 on it (I got 5 on it) ()\nHands on yo knees, rotation\nThe way she make it clap, standing ovation\nDo it like you do it when there's no one home\nDo it like you do when you got nothing on\nPi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\nShawty ass fat, put a crown on it\nUp and down the pole, the way she grind on it\nBands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\n(I got 5 on it)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 5 On It (Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It\n duration_ms: 253533\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Kinda broke this evening yall\n So all I got is 5\n I got 5...\n\n Khleo\n You know I had to do it\n\n ()\n Baby girl the baddest, been seen er\n It's something bout her aura like her name Rita\n Got ass like her mama and her aunties\n And she down to ride like Bonnie\n Bonnie & Clyde, open wide\n Why not? Make it rain for them thunder thighs\n Strip search, can I pat it?\n Let me put this 5 on it, let me grab it\n I'm a G, a mack, whatever you wanna call it\n Either way, yo girl, she in here bout to pop it\n Why you tryna cuff er? She ain't even break a crime\n Let that girl loose, let her do it for the ride\n Go on throw it like you mean it, watch a nigga keep it\n Run into the endzone in the Sektor del Rivas\n Look at all that shit yes, look at all that cleavage\n Got her Butt where my head be like Beavis\n\n ()\n Hands on yo knees, rotation\n The way she make it clap, standing ovation\n Do it like you do it when there's no one home\n Do it like you do when you got nothing on\n Pi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\n Shawty ass fat, put a crown on it\n Up and down the pole, the way she grind on it\n Bands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\n ()\n Got her hands on her knees, ready set bounce\n Bands on me, in a large amount\n Tryna blow it like a candle on yo birthday\n You tired of these lames cus they all thirsty\n You got yo friend in here wit you\n A cup of liquor and she tryna kiss you\n Got molly all in yo system\n Tryna knock em with this wood like I'm superstitious\n With the quickness\n All my niggas pull dimes\n Got her heels on and we call her high 5's\n We don't need much, just a bottle of Ciroc\n Supper club, fireworks and they comin from the top\n Slick Rhythm Gang, yea you know it when you see it\n Girlfriend send the X in those but I ain't The Weeknd\n Phone steady ringin, I was getting money\n Never care bout a hater long as my bitches love me\n That's slick livin\n\n ()\n Hands on yo knees, rotation\n The way she make it clap, standing ovation\n Do it like you do it when there's no one home\n Do it like you do when you got nothing on\n Pi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\n Shawty ass fat, put a crown on it\n Up and down the pole, the way she grind on it\n Bands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\n Bands on that ass, I got 5 on it (I got 5 on it) ()\n Hands on yo knees, rotation\n The way she make it clap, standing ovation\n Do it like you do it when there's no one home\n Do it like you do when you got nothing on\n Pi-pi-pi-pick it up and put it down on it\n Shawty ass fat, put a crown on it\n Up and down the pole, the way she grind on it\n Bands on that ass, I got 5 on it\n\n (I got 5 on it)\n"},{"id":39307075,"name":"I Got 5 On It (remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (remix)","artistName":"Luniz, Too Short, Richie Rich","albumName":"I Got 5 On It (remix)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Creep on in...\nWoah, see I'm ridin high... woahoooh\nKinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5\n\nPlayer, give me some brew and I might just chill\nYou know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill\nBut still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on it\nI got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it\nGo get the S-T I-D-E-S, nevertheless\nI'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes\n\nSo pass it across the table like ping pong\nI'm gone, beating my chest like King Kong\nIt's on, wrap my lips around a 40\nAnd when it comes to get another stogie\nfools all kick in like Shinobi\nHomie you don't know me to begin with\n\nThere's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'\nUnless you pull out the fat crispy\nfive dollar bill on the real before it's history\nCos fools be havin them vacuum lungs\nand if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum\nI come to school with a vaga on my earlobe\n\nFave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos\nthat be blowin off the land like \"Where the bomb at?\"\nGive me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\nSuck up the sack like a slurpy\nI'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy\nI got more Growin' Pains than Maggie\ncos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack\n\nCheck it out\nI take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch\nI'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my hand\nNext time I roll it in a hamper\nto burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, bra\nHoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then\n\nI roll stoge's longer than your extension\nCos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\nHell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief\nWassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass the\nCHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma\nCrack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it\n\nCos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonely\nI gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O\nI know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro\nAnd everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties\nbut the Tanqueray straight had me\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack\n\nEh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn\nMy yesternight thang got me hung off the night train\nYou fade, I face so let's head to the East\nHit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheap\nI wish I could fade the eighth\nbut I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucket\nFoggy windows, drink in hand\nIn the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk\n\nyou ain't know\nYuk'll spray ya, lay ya down\nUp in the O-A-K the Town\nHomies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound\nThen eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O\n\nDrink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up\nin your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney\ncos it's the remedy like Hennessey\nWe fin' to be over mayn, I told ya\nIf you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz, Too Short, Richie Rich\n album: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n duration_ms: 256171\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Creep on in...\n Woah, see I'm ridin high... woahoooh\n Kinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5\n\n Player, give me some brew and I might just chill\n You know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill\n But still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on it\n I got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it\n Go get the S-T I-D-E-S, nevertheless\n I'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes\n\n So pass it across the table like ping pong\n I'm gone, beating my chest like King Kong\n It's on, wrap my lips around a 40\n And when it comes to get another stogie\n fools all kick in like Shinobi\n Homie you don't know me to begin with\n\n There's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'\n Unless you pull out the fat crispy\n five dollar bill on the real before it's history\n Cos fools be havin them vacuum lungs\n and if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum\n I come to school with a vaga on my earlobe\n\n Fave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos\n that be blowin off the land like \"Where the bomb at?\"\n Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\n Suck up the sack like a slurpy\n I'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy\n I got more Growin' Pains than Maggie\n cos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n\n Check it out\n I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch\n I'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my hand\n Next time I roll it in a hamper\n to burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, bra\n Hoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then\n\n I roll stoge's longer than your extension\n Cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\n Hell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief\n Wassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass the\n CHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma\n Crack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it\n\n Cos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonely\n I gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O\n I know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro\n And everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties\n but the Tanqueray straight had me\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n\n Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn\n My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train\n You fade, I face so let's head to the East\n Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheap\n I wish I could fade the eighth\n but I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucket\n Foggy windows, drink in hand\n In the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk\n\n you ain't know\n Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down\n Up in the O-A-K the Town\n Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound\n Then eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O\n\n Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up\n in your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney\n cos it's the remedy like Hennessey\n We fin' to be over mayn, I told ya\n If you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n"},{"id":32705304,"name":"I Got 5 On It [Gumbo Funk Remix]","trackName":"I Got 5 On It [Gumbo Funk Remix]","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It [CDM]","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\nWe creepin in too, baby\n{We got five on ery'thang mayn}\nWe got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n{Know it's goin together man}\nYeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\nYou say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\nNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\nI'm on the level, stayin mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\nor ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\nCause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\nI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\nCause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\nKnum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\nMo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\nWhere you from? Oakland, smokin\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nE-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\nFosgates slap and revenue grows\nfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\nPotent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\nDisrespect the Victor Baron\nand you'll be violatin' my civil rights\nI'm startin to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\nPockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\nMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is goin down, look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringin satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\nSmokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\nWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\nFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\nI got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeahhah, whassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It [Gumbo Funk Remix]\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It [CDM]\n duration_ms: 292000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\n We creepin in too, baby\n {We got five on ery'thang mayn}\n We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n {Know it's goin together man}\n Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\n You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\n Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\n I'm on the level, stayin mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\n or ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\n I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\n Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\n Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\n Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\n Where you from? Oakland, smokin\n In attempts to crack the chest plate\n The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n E-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\n Fosgates slap and revenue grows\n from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\n Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\n Disrespect the Victor Baron\n and you'll be violatin' my civil rights\n I'm startin to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\n Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\n Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\n Cause new styles is goin down, look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringin satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\n Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\n With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\n Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeahhah, whassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":17118009,"name":"I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It (Single)","duration":291.787792,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\nWe creepin in too, baby\n{We got five on ery'thang mayn}\nWe got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n{Know it's goin together man}\nYeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\nYou say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\nNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\nI'm on the level, stayin mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\nor ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\nCause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\nI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\nCause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\nKnum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\nMo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\nWhere you from? Oakland, smokin\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nE-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\nFosgates slap and revenue grows\nfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\nPotent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\nDisrespect the Victor Baron\nand you'll be violatin' my civil rights\nI'm startin to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\nPockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\nMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is goin down, look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringin satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\nSmokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\nWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\nFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\nI got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeahhah, whassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It (Single)\n duration_ms: 291788\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\n We creepin in too, baby\n {We got five on ery'thang mayn}\n We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n {Know it's goin together man}\n Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\n You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\n Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\n I'm on the level, stayin mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\n or ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\n I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\n Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\n Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\n Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\n Where you from? Oakland, smokin\n In attempts to crack the chest plate\n The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n E-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\n Fosgates slap and revenue grows\n from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\n Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\n Disrespect the Victor Baron\n and you'll be violatin' my civil rights\n I'm startin to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\n Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\n Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\n Cause new styles is goin down, look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringin satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\n Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\n With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\n Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeahhah, whassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":27065416,"name":"I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It (Maxi-CD)","duration":291.761633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\nWe creepin in too, baby\n{We got five on ery'thang mayn}\nWe got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n{Know it's goin together man}\nYeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\nYou say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\nNot a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\nI'm on the level, stayin mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\nor ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\nCause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\nI got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\nCause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\nKnum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\nMo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\nWhere you from? Oakland, smokin\nIn attempts to crack the chest plate\nThe zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nE-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\nFosgates slap and revenue grows\nfrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\nPotent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\nDisrespect the Victor Baron\nand you'll be violatin' my civil rights\nI'm startin to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\nPockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\nMe killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\nCause new styles is goin down, look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringin satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\nSmokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\nWith a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\nFall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\nI got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\nI got five on it (Got it good!)\nGrab your fo', let's get keyed\nI got five on it.\nMessin with that endo weed!\nI got five on it (Got it good1)\nIt's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\nI got five on it.\nPotnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeahhah, whassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It (Maxi-CD)\n duration_ms: 291762\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ha hah, the remix. five on it!\n We creepin in too, baby\n {We got five on ery'thang mayn}\n We got uhh, Dru Down; we got the. LUNIZ! (Shock G, whassup?)\n {Know it's goin together man}\n Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1)\n\n You say you got five on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, bruh? No elementary school ground playin\n Not a five dollar bill, but five double zero on the real feel\n I'm on the level, stayin mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed durin a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up\n or ya gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n Cause see a, niggie perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his breezie then parlay\n I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's\n Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitty is a goner\n Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin right is bought\n Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin\n Where you from? Oakland, smokin\n In attempts to crack the chest plate\n The zips be so fluffy, the whole town love me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if ya need me, scream \"Double R\" when ya see me\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n E-40. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen\n Fosgates slap and revenue grows\n from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin\n Potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds of Northern Lights\n Disrespect the Victor Baron\n and you'll be violatin' my civil rights\n I'm startin to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be\n Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what being off two-fifths equal\n Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down\n Cause new styles is goin down, look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringin satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane\n Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land\n With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl\n Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk\n\n I got five on it (Got it good!)\n Grab your fo', let's get keyed\n I got five on it.\n Messin with that endo weed!\n I got five on it (Got it good1)\n It's got me stuck, and I'm tow back\n I got five on it.\n Potnah, let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeahhah, whassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":34423281,"name":"I Got 5 On It (Urban Takeover Radio Remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (Urban Takeover Radio Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"I Got 5 On It (Urban Takeover Remix) (single)","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Creep on in (on in, on in)\nWhoa, see I'm ridin' high (whoa)\nKinda broke this evening, y'all\nSo all I got's five, I got five\nPlayer, give me some brew and I might just chill\nBut I'm the type that like to light another joint\nLike Cypress Hill\nI steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it\nI got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it\nGo get the S, the T, I-D-E-S\nNevertheless, I'm hella fresh\nRollin' joints like a cigarette (yeah)\nSo pass it 'cross the table like ping pong\nI'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong\nIt's on, wrap my lips around a 40\nAnd when it comes to get another stogie\nFools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)\nNo, he ain't my homie to begin with\nIt's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent\nUnless you pull out the fat, crispy\nFive dollar bill on the real, before it's history\n'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs\nAnd if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb\nI come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe\nAvoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos\nThat be blowing off the land like, \"Where the bomb at?\"\nGive me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\nSuck up the dank like a Slurpee\nThe serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy\nI got more Growing Pains than Maggie\n'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 40, let's get keyed\nI got five on it\nMessin' wit that Indo weed\nI got five on it (got it good)\nIt's got me stuck and I'm tore back\nI got five on it\nPartna, let's go half on a sack\nI take sacks to the face whenever I can\nDon't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up\n'Til the joint be burnin' my hand\nNext time I roll it in a hampa\nTo burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh\nHoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in\nThen I roll a joint that's longer than your extension\n'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\nHell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief (got it good)\nWhat's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint\nStop hittin' 'cause you know ya got asthma\nCrack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it\n'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely\nI gotta take a whiz test to my P.O.\nI know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro\nAnd every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty (oowee)\nBut the Tanqueray straight had me\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 40, let's get keyed\nI got five on it\nMessin' wit that Indo weed\nI got five on it (got it good)\nIt's got me stuck and I'm tore back\nI got five on it (got it good)\nPartna, let's go half on a sack\nAyy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man\nMy yester-night thing got me hung off the night train\nYou fade, I fade, so let's head to the East\nHit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish\nI wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget\nStill rolling a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket\nFoggy windows, soggy Indo\nI'm in the 'Land getting smoked wit my kinfolk\nI been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down (got it good)\nUp in the O-A-K the Town\nHomies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound\nThen ease up, speed up through the E-S-O\nDrink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up\nAnd everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller\nThat's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja (ooh, wee)\nHold up, suck up my weed is all you do (got it good)\nKick in feed, 'cause where I be's, we needs half like Umfufu\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 40, let's get keyed\nI got five on it\nMessin' wit that Indo weed\nI got five on it (got it good)\nIt's got me stuck and I'm tore back\nI got five on it (got it good)\nPartna, let's go half on a sack","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.87] Creep on in (on in, on in)\n[00:09.35] Whoa, see I'm ridin' high (whoa)\n[00:16.09] Kinda broke this evening, y'all\n[00:18.00] So all I got's five, I got five\n[00:21.57] Player, give me some brew and I might just chill\n[00:24.49] But I'm the type that like to light another joint\n[00:26.47] Like Cypress Hill\n[00:27.89] I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it\n[00:30.00] I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it\n[00:33.16] Go get the S, the T, I-D-E-S\n[00:35.48] Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh\n[00:36.79] Rollin' joints like a cigarette (yeah)\n[00:38.57] So pass it 'cross the table like ping pong\n[00:41.05] I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong\n[00:43.77] It's on, wrap my lips around a 40\n[00:46.00] And when it comes to get another stogie\n[00:47.81] Fools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)\n[00:50.10] No, he ain't my homie to begin with\n[00:51.95] It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent\n[00:55.08] Unless you pull out the fat, crispy\n[00:58.02] Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history\n[01:00.59] 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs\n[01:02.68] And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb\n[01:06.11] I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe\n[01:08.82] Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos\n[01:11.66] That be blowing off the land like, \"Where the bomb at?\"\n[01:14.26] Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\n[01:17.08] Suck up the dank like a Slurpee\n[01:19.02] The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy\n[01:22.79] I got more Growing Pains than Maggie\n[01:24.82] 'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie\n[01:27.42] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:29.88] Grab your 40, let's get keyed\n[01:32.64] I got five on it\n[01:35.57] Messin' wit that Indo weed\n[01:38.43] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:40.73] It's got me stuck and I'm tore back\n[01:43.62] I got five on it\n[01:46.60] Partna, let's go half on a sack\n[01:49.05] I take sacks to the face whenever I can\n[01:51.83] Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up\n[01:53.84] 'Til the joint be burnin' my hand\n[01:55.96] Next time I roll it in a hampa\n[01:57.95] To burn slow so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh\n[02:01.10] Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in\n[02:03.79] Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension\n[02:06.61] 'Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\n[02:08.89] Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief (got it good)\n[02:11.99] What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint\n[02:15.65] Stop hittin' 'cause you know ya got asthma\n[02:17.62] Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it\n[02:20.46] 'Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely\n[02:22.94] I gotta take a whiz test to my P.O.\n[02:25.86] I know I failed 'cause I done smoked major weed, bro\n[02:28.76] And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty (oowee)\n[02:31.93] But the Tanqueray straight had me\n[02:33.72] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:36.29] Grab your 40, let's get keyed\n[02:38.95] I got five on it\n[02:41.71] Messin' wit that Indo weed\n[02:44.56] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:46.90] It's got me stuck and I'm tore back\n[02:49.97] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:52.84] Partna, let's go half on a sack\n[02:56.41] Ayy, make this right, man, stop at the light, man\n[02:59.12] My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train\n[03:02.21] You fade, I fade, so let's head to the East\n[03:04.50] Hit the stroll to 9-0 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good)\n[03:53.39] It's got me stuck and I'm tore back\n[03:56.19] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:58.98] Partna, let's go half on a sack","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Urban Takeover Radio Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: I Got 5 On It (Urban Takeover Remix) (single)\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Creep on in (on in, on in)\n start_ms: 3870\n end_ms: 9350\n- text: Whoa, see I'm ridin' high (whoa)\n start_ms: 9350\n end_ms: 16090\n- text: Kinda broke this evening, y'all\n start_ms: 16090\n end_ms: 18000\n- text: So all I got's five, I got five\n start_ms: 18000\n end_ms: 21570\n- text: Player, give me some brew and I might just chill\n start_ms: 21570\n end_ms: 24490\n- text: But I'm the type that like to light another joint\n start_ms: 24490\n end_ms: 26470\n- text: Like Cypress Hill\n start_ms: 26470\n end_ms: 27890\n- text: I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it\n start_ms: 27890\n end_ms: 30000\n- text: I 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I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong\n It's on, wrap my lips around a 40\n And when it comes to get another stogie\n Fools all kick in like Shinobi (you don't know me)\n No, he ain't my homie to begin with\n It's too many heads to be poppin' to let my friend get bent\n Unless you pull out the fat, crispy\n Five dollar bill on the real, before it's history\n 'Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs\n And if you let 'em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb\n I come to school with a Taylor on my earlobe\n Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos\n That be blowing off the land like, \"Where the bomb at?\"\n Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\n Suck up the dank like a Slurpee\n The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy\n I got more Growing Pains than Maggie\n 'Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 40, let's get keyed\n I got five on it\n Messin' wit that Indo 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No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.95] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.34] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\n[00:16.14] Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n[00:21.90] You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n[00:24.66] But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n[00:27.77] Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.41] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.48] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.05] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.41] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.03] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.11] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.47] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.49] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.89] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.29] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.92] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.13] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.58] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.15] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.14] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.10] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.90] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.92] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.08] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.95] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.42] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.61] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.12] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.29] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.07] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.95] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.44] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.51] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.85] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.30] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.08] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.16] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.68] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.74] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.48] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.52] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.45] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.76] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.55] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.15] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.83] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.28] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.54] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.19] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.92] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.94] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.48] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.65] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.33] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.33] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.78] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.75] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.87] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.42] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.11] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.41] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.44] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.76] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.92] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.43] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.82] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.73] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.23] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.38] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.25] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.99] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.04] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.49] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.67] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.08] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.40] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.33] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.97] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.56] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.26] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.51] I got you\n[04:12.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 on It (clean Bay Ballas vocal remix)\n artist: Luniz feat. 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.95] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.34] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\n[00:16.14] Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n[00:21.90] You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n[00:24.66] But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n[00:27.77] Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.41] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.48] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.05] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.41] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.03] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.11] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.47] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.49] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.89] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.29] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.92] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.13] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.58] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.15] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.14] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.10] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.90] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.92] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.08] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.95] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.42] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.61] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.12] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.29] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.07] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.95] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.44] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.51] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.85] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.30] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.08] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.16] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.68] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.74] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.48] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.52] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.45] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.76] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.55] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.15] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.83] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.28] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.54] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.19] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.92] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.94] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.48] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.65] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.33] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.33] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.78] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.75] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.87] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.42] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.11] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.41] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.44] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.76] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.92] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.43] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.82] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.73] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.23] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.38] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.25] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.99] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.04] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.49] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.67] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.08] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.40] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.33] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.97] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.56] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.26] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.51] I got you\n[04:12.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)\n artist: Luniz Featuring DRU Down, Richie Rich, E-40, Shock G, Humpty Hump & Spice 1)\n album: I Got 5 On It (Single)\n duration_ms: 254093\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6950\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6950\n end_ms: 9340\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9340\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n In attempts to crack the chestplate\n The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n You disrespect Vic da Baron\n And you'll be violating my civil rights\n I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringing satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the indo\n Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n With a handful of broccoli\n When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, wassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":32653677,"name":"I GOT 5 ON IT (CLUB REMIX) - 3A - Energy 6","trackName":"I GOT 5 ON IT (CLUB REMIX) - 3A - Energy 6","artistName":"LUNIZ","albumName":"REMIX/MEGMIX I-P","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Creep on in...\nWoah, see I'm ridin high... woahoooh\nKinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5\n\nPlayer, give me some brew and I might just chill\nYou know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill\nBut still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on it\nI got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it\nGo get the S-T I-D-E-S, nevertheless\nI'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes\n\nSo pass it across the table like ping pong\nI'm gone, beating my chest like King Kong\nIt's on, wrap my lips around a 40\nAnd when it comes to get another stogie\nfools all kick in like Shinobi\nHomie you don't know me to begin with\n\nThere's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'\nUnless you pull out the fat crispy\nfive dollar bill on the real before it's history\nCos fools be havin them vacuum lungs\nand if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum\nI come to school with a vaga on my earlobe\n\nFave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos\nthat be blowin off the land like \"Where the bomb at?\"\nGive me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\nSuck up the sack like a slurpy\nI'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy\nI got more Growin' Pains than Maggie\ncos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack\n\nCheck it out\nI take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch\nI'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my hand\nNext time I roll it in a hamper\nto burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, bra\nHoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then\n\nI roll stoge's longer than your extension\nCos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\nHell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief\nWassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass the\nCHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma\nCrack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it\n\nCos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonely\nI gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O\nI know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro\nAnd everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties\nbut the Tanqueray straight had me\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack\n\nEh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn\nMy yesternight thang got me hung off the night train\nYou fade, I face so let's head to the East\nHit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheap\nI wish I could fade the eighth\nbut I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucket\nFoggy windows, drink in hand\nIn the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk\n\nyou ain't know\nYuk'll spray ya, lay ya down\nUp in the O-A-K the Town\nHomies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound\nThen eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O\n\nDrink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up\nin your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney\ncos it's the remedy like Hennessey\nWe fin' to be over mayn, I told ya\nIf you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it\n\nI got 5 on it\nGrab your 4 and let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessin with that indo weed\nI got 5 on it\nIt's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\nI got 5 on it\nPotna let's go half on a sack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I GOT 5 ON IT (CLUB REMIX) - 3A - Energy 6\n artist: LUNIZ\n album: REMIX/MEGMIX I-P\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Creep on in...\n Woah, see I'm ridin high... woahoooh\n Kinda rough to see em all so all I got is 5, I got 5\n\n Player, give me some brew and I might just chill\n You know Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk like Cypress Hill\n But still groupie [BACKWARDS] hoochies wanna puff on it\n I got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it\n Go get the S-T I-D-E-S, nevertheless\n I'm hella fresh, no sweat, roll em like cigarettes\n\n So pass it across the table like ping pong\n I'm gone, beating my chest like King Kong\n It's on, wrap my lips around a 40\n And when it comes to get another stogie\n fools all kick in like Shinobi\n Homie you don't know me to begin with\n\n There's too many heads to be poppin it at my friend hit bit'\n Unless you pull out the fat crispy\n five dollar bill on the real before it's history\n Cos fools be havin them vacuum lungs\n and if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-dum-dum-dum\n I come to school with a vaga on my earlobe\n\n Fave for players, stay away from haters and weirdos\n that be blowin off the land like \"Where the bomb at?\"\n Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back\n Suck up the sack like a slurpy\n I'm serious-ly toe-back, straight Delirious like Eddie Murphy\n I got more Growin' Pains than Maggie\n cos homies nag me, to take the broccoli out the baggy\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n\n Check it out\n I take sacks to the face whenever I can, don't need no crutch\n I'm so keyed up, til the greenery's burnin my hand\n Next time I roll it in a hamper\n to burn slow, so the ashes won't be burnin at my hair, bra\n Hoochies can hit it but they know they got to pitch in then\n\n I roll stoge's longer than your extension\n Cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free\n Hell no, you best to bring your own spliff chief\n Wassup? Don't make me sip that, best ta pass the\n CHRON-CHRON, stop hittin cos you know you got asthma\n Crack the 40 open homey, and guzzle it\n\n Cos I know the broccoli's in my system gettin lonely\n I gots ta take a whiz test to my P-O\n I know I'll fail cos I been gettin keyed bro\n And everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up fatties\n but the Tanqueray straight had me\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n\n Eh, make this right mayn, stop at the light mayn\n My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train\n You fade, I face so let's head to the East\n Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll for cheap\n I wish I could fade the eighth\n but I'm low budget, still rollin the two-do' Cutlass, same ol' bucket\n Foggy windows, drink in hand\n In the land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk\n\n you ain't know\n Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down\n Up in the O-A-K the Town\n Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound\n Then eaze up, speed up thru the E-S-O\n\n Drink the VSOP up with the lemon squeeze up\n in your throat, we broke but we smoke like a chimney\n cos it's the remedy like Hennessey\n We fin' to be over mayn, I told ya\n If you don't got 5 on it you can't get high on it\n\n I got 5 on it\n Grab your 4 and let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messin with that indo weed\n I got 5 on it\n It's got me stuck and I'm toe-back\n I got 5 on it\n Potna let's go half on a sack\n"},{"id":32155945,"name":"I Got 5 On It (Remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (Remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Ill Rated","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\nWe creepin' in too, baby\nWe got 5 on ery'thang mane!\nWe got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\n[00:16.18] Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n[00:21.94] You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n[00:24.62] But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n[00:27.72] Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (Remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: Ill Rated\n duration_ms: 169000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I got 5 on it (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: Studio Wuustwezel de afrekening 2\n duration_ms: 255000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: Rap Top 1000\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n In attempts to crack the chestplate\n The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n You disrespect Vic da Baron\n And you'll be violating my civil rights\n I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringing satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the indo\n Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n With a handful of broccoli\n When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, wassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":26733211,"name":"I Got 5 on It (remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 on It (remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Yukmouth Presents: 420","duration":258.186667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\nWe creepin' in too, baby\nWe got 5 on ery'thang mane!\nWe got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 on It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: 'Yukmouth Presents: 420'\n duration_ms: 258187\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! 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Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n In attempts to crack the chestplate\n The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n You disrespect Vic da Baron\n And you'll be violating my civil rights\n I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringing satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the indo\n Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n With a handful of broccoli\n When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, wassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n I got you\n"},{"id":28876530,"name":"I Got 5 On It (remix)","trackName":"I Got 5 On It (remix)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Top 1000 Alca Rap","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\nWe creepin' in too, baby\nWe got 5 on ery'thang mane!\nWe got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! Shock G, wassup?\nNumskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\nYou say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\nBut be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\nNot a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\nI'm on the level, staying mellow\nNo criticism from the fellows, hello\nBeing keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\nI'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\nLike Nyquil, I drop fevers\nSo either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\nGo home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\nI got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\nI'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\nNum' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\nPut your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\nMore corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\nMore z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\nWhere you from? Oakland! Smokin'\nIn attempts to crack the chestplate\nThe zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\nAt every event I'm sacked up\nSo if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n\"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\nFosgate slappin' and revenue grows\nFrom just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\nPotent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\nYou disrespect Vic da Baron\nAnd you'll be violating my civil rights\nI'm starting to feel my scrilla\nBut perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\nFor the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\nPockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\nTook off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\nMe and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\nReady to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\nSlurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\nMe killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n(Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\nNeglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\nGuzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\nGive me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\nMess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\nTunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\nBack to get my O on, they let me flow on\nThe thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\nStill bringing satin for them drawers\nVelvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\nRolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\nSmoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\nReady to smoke on the indo\nRolling up my window, finna to go to the land\nWith a handful of broccoli\nWhen it comes to the sticky I'm the man\nCrush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\nFall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\nT-H-C ain't no joke\nI got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\nS-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\nI got five on it (got it good)\nGrab your 4, let's get keyed\nI got 5 on it\nMessing with that indo weed!\nI got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\nI got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\nYeah, wassup baby?\nIt's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\nYou a little short on some ends?\nDon't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\nI got you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.66] Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n[00:06.99] We creepin' in too, baby\n[00:09.38] We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n[00:10.95] We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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No elementary school-ground playing\n[00:30.48] Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n[00:34.47] I'm on the level, staying mellow\n[00:36.04] No criticism from the fellows, hello\n[00:38.46] Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n[00:42.05] I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n[00:44.14] Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n[00:46.40] So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n[00:49.46] 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n[00:52.81] Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n[00:55.27] I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n[00:58.93] 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n[01:01.18] I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n[01:04.51] Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n[01:06.14] Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n[01:09.12] More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n[01:12.11] More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n[01:14.87] Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n[01:17.96] In attempts to crack the chestplate\n[01:20.05] The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n[01:22.91] At every event I'm sacked up\n[01:25.47] So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n[01:28.62] I got five on it (got it good)\n[01:31.19] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[01:33.23] I got 5 on it\n[01:36.02] Messing with that indo weed!\n[01:38.97] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[01:44.49] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[01:49.50] \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n[01:53.81] Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n[01:55.32] From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n[01:57.02] Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n[01:59.10] You disrespect Vic da Baron\n[02:00.69] And you'll be violating my civil rights\n[02:01.76] I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n[02:03.46] But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n[02:04.54] For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n[02:06.41] Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n[02:09.77] Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n[02:12.61] Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n[02:15.52] Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n[02:18.14] Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n[02:20.84] Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n[02:23.21] (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n[02:26.55] Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n[02:29.18] Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n[02:31.93] Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n[02:33.96] I got five on it (got it good)\n[02:37.45] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[02:39.69] I got 5 on it\n[02:42.32] Messing with that indo weed!\n[02:45.36] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[02:50.77] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[02:56.35] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n[02:58.76] Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n[03:01.80] 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n[03:05.47] Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n[03:08.13] Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n[03:10.40] The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n[03:13.47] Still bringing satin for them drawers\n[03:15.75] Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n[03:17.92] Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n[03:20.90] Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n[03:23.45] Ready to smoke on the indo\n[03:24.61] Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n[03:26.67] With a handful of broccoli\n[03:27.81] When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n[03:29.76] Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n[03:32.28] Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n[03:34.39] T-H-C ain't no joke\n[03:35.27] I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n[03:37.90] S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n[03:40.03] I got five on it (got it good)\n[03:43.41] Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n[03:45.61] I got 5 on it\n[03:48.58] Messing with that indo weed!\n[03:51.00] I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n[03:56.45] I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n[04:03.35] Yeah, wassup baby?\n[04:04.95] It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n[04:07.55] You a little short on some ends?\n[04:09.28] Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n[04:11.52] I got you\n[04:12.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I Got 5 On It (remix)\n artist: Luniz\n album: Top 1000 Alca Rap\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haha, the remix - 5 on it!\n start_ms: 2660\n end_ms: 6990\n- text: We creepin' in too, baby\n start_ms: 6990\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: We got 5 on ery'thang mane!\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: We got Dru Down; we got the Luniz! 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Shock G, wassup?\n Numskull and Yukmouth! Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1\n\n You say you got 5 on my tender, you can bend her over the table\n But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n Say, brah? No elementary school-ground playing\n Not a 5-dollar bill, but 5-double-zero on the real, feel?\n I'm on the level, staying mellow\n No criticism from the fellows, hello\n Being keyed during a high-speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s\n I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby\n\n Like Nyquil, I drop fevers\n So either put your 5 up, or you gots to \"Leave It\" like \"Beaver\"\n 'Cause see, a nigga perpin' broke'll smoke your spliff all day\n Go home and buy big drinky with his briddy then parlay\n I got 5 on the Hennessy, Seagram's, or 40's\n 'Cause \"This is How We Do It\" like Montell Jordan\n I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner\n Num' blowing it up like Oklahoma\n\n Put your feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend\n More corners than you thought 'til something right is bought\n More z-zags? Believe that: tokin!\n Where you from? Oakland! Smokin'\n In attempts to crack the chestplate\n The zips be so fluffy the whole town loves me\n At every event I'm sacked up\n So if you need me, scream \"Double R!\" when you see me\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n \"E-40, why you treat me so bad?\" 40 makes it happen\n Fosgate slappin' and revenue grows\n From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'\n Potent fumes, lingering mighty clouds and Northern Lights\n You disrespect Vic da Baron\n And you'll be violating my civil rights\n I'm starting to feel my scrilla\n But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feeling me\n For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools, B\n Pockets empty, pitching 5, man I'm dusted\n Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me\n\n Me and E-40 to the head, comin' fed plus, you let the lead bust\n Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane\n Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal\n Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel\n (Insane in the membrane!) \"Bring the Pain\" like Method\n Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast\n Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do\n Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town\n Mess around and heard Yuk' and Num', said I gotta be down\n 'Cause new styles is going down—look around you\n Tunes from the Lunz spreading round and round you\n\n Back to get my O on, they let me flow on\n The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it\n Still bringing satin for them drawers\n Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause\n\n Rolling up cannabis sativa, hitting the Mary Jane\n Smoking the 5 before it's 12 o'clock, sipping on Hurricane\n Ready to smoke on the indo\n Rolling up my window, finna to go to the land\n With a handful of broccoli\n When it comes to the sticky I'm the man\n Crush nasty, I be hitting the J so hard I hurl\n Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke\n T-H-C ain't no joke\n I got 5 on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke\n S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and croak\n\n I got five on it (got it good)\n Grab your 4, let's get keyed\n I got 5 on it\n Messing with that indo weed!\n I got 5 on it; it's got me stuck, and I'm tore back\n I got 5 on it: partna let's go half on a sack!\n\n Yeah, wassup baby?\n It's me, your boy with the cape that's always tight\n You a little short on some ends?\n Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got 5 on that\n I got you\n"}]