Day of Youth (2013)

Actors

• Gary L. Whelpley (miscellaneous crew)
• Jared Vincenti (writer)
• Jared Vincenti (producer)
• Jared Vincenti (director)
• Amanda Good Hennessey (actress)
• Bryan McKeon (actor)
• Melissa Walker (actress)
• Ally Tully (actress)
• Jamie Dufault (actor)
• Austin Auh (actor)
• Justin T. Brown (costume designer)
• Lindsey Warren (miscellaneous crew)
• Alex Sweeney (actor)
• Joe Kidawski (actor)
• Kyle Blanchette (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama
• Romance

Taglines:

A halfway-romantic comedy about brain damage and life after college.

Christine (1958)

Actors

• Alain Delon (actor)
• Micheline Presle (actress)
• Romy Schneider (actress)
• Jean-Claude Brialy (actor)
• Jean Davy (actor)
• Jacques Duby (actor)
• Joseph Egger (actor)
• Jean Galland (actor)
• François Chaumette (actor)
• Carl Lange (actor)
• Fernand Ledoux (actor)
• Bernard Dhéran (actor)
• Jean-Pierre Zola (actor)
• Claudine Auger (actress)
• Georges Neveux (writer)

Genres

• Drama
• Romance

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ring My Bell - Luniz
• Mobb Shit - Luniz
• Live Yo Life - Luniz
• Jes Mee & U - Luniz
• I Got Five On It (Reprise) - Luniz
• Hypnotize - Luniz
• 20 Blunts A Day - Luniz
• Highest Niggaz in the Industry - Luniz
• I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix) - Luniz
• 5150 - Luniz
• Broke Niggaz - Luniz
• I Got 5 On It - Luniz
• She's Just a Freak - Luniz
• Capable - Luniz
• Funkin Over Nuthin - Luniz
• Yellow Brick Road - Luniz
• So Much Drama - Luniz
• Y Do Thugs Die? - Luniz
• Where I've Been All Day - Luniz
• I Got Five On It - Luniz
• Put The Lead On Ya - Luniz
• Plead Guilty - Luniz
• Shit Is Real - Luniz
• Playa Hata - Luniz
• Phillies - Luniz
• Operation Stackola - Luniz
• My Baby Mamma - Luniz
• Killaz On The Payroll - Luniz
• Jus Mee & U - Luniz
• I Got 5 On It (weedless Mix) - Luniz
• I Got 5 on It (Reprise) - Luniz
• I Got 5 On It (remix) - Luniz
• I Got 5 On It (gumbo Funk Remix) - Luniz
• 20 Bluntz A Day - Luniz
• Sad Millionaire - Luniz
• Luniz - Luniz
• Broke Hos - Luniz
• Pimps, Playas & Hustlas - Luniz
• Is It Kool? - Luniz
• In My Nature - Luniz
• Oh My Goodness - Lynns
• Nights Like These - Lynns
• It Hurts Me - Lynns
• Woman To Woman - Lynns
• What Am I Doing Loving You - Lynns
• This Must Be Love - Lynns
• Someday - Lynns
• Sarah - Lynns
• One Of These Lonely Nights - Lynns
• I Won't Leave This World Unloved - Lynns

*(knocking)*
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
Damn
What's up!?
(It's me mayne, Money Green!)
I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
I'm talkin' about them "buy-no" bro's
don't buy no Hamps, don't buy no liquor
smoke yo whole bundle type "buy-no" folks
be showin' up at yo door step
got yo whole block hot
takin' off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop
(STOP! In the name of the law!)
Show up again on the strip, you gettin' floor
(I ain't got no where to go!)
I can't help that there bro
I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for?
I can't help you wit the pain you got, but I'm a tell you one mo'
time...
*(Chorus)*
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Ring the alarm!
Another dope fiends callin', haulin' ass to my door cuz I'm ballin'
all in my buildin', wakin' up grown folks children
now they complainin' claimin' that I'm dope dealin'
I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin'
me and my hoe yawnin'
and there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
he claimin' that he smoke rock, and better take yo ass to the dope spot
fool I tote glocks, and I'm the type that blasted
I closed the door, and so you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
and all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
inflicted by the drug clientel
they ask a lie in hell
but now I'm lyin' in a cell
wit no bail like the Goodfellas
I'm gonna tell ya...
*(Chorus)*
Never ever Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
Do not Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
Man, why ya'll still knockin'!?
I'm fed up wit that
now I think ya'll plottin'
tryin' to case my house
scopin' out my cabbage (it's cool!)
I should start shootin' folks in the ass hole
cuz I'd a told 'em before, but they still come at will
so now this time, I think that some blood should spill
it ain't juss dudes it's hoes too
my house ain't the spot!
Smellin' up my crib wit yo dirty ass cock
my broad findin' out is what I'm fearin'
showin' up wit out notice, leavin' photos and earings
people knockin at my door, it ain't me it's different strokes
so you can go on, leave and get yo Note
playa hatas
betta save a, quarter
so you can hit me on my pager
keep comin' and I'm a mow ya
cuz I....
*(Chorus)*
Told you not to Ring My Bell!
But you can give me that page.
I told you not to Ring My Bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
1 and a 2 and a 3
hoes wanna do it to Num, Dru and me
she screw me and do me like V.V.D.
a hoochie
poppin' that coochie like an O.G. off the VSOP
and you know we had to work that fat ass orgy!
When I was on the turf, hoes used to smirk and straight ignore me
now it Georgie-Porgie, put in pie
couldn't I
be in yo video half naked doin' the butterfly?
wit some other guy tattooed straight on your titty
a pretty
freakin' all the ballers in the city
you tried to rigg me
but once it's done, once a hoe
8 months pregnant, but you know we did it 4 months ago
And yo!
I had the J the I the M
so whoever went wrong you betta ask them
and baby I ain't the one
and I couldn't of.
You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
No, you shouldn't have ring it!

Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California
Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop
I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
came back to California now it's time to roll
I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank
my uncle was a balla from around the way
so I had the hook up
whole keys I cooked up
now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick
pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick
and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit
like bitches on Set It Off, dank
niggaz be sniffin dark bank
mission accomplished boss crack
hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit
let it off
niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss
it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa
talks to throw away gats in the air
for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa
niggaz beware
the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere
fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
no happy-happy, joy-joy
it's these boys,
runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
it goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
black ski maskes
niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay
the Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
eh, eh blaze.
Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*
Back in the days, when I was raised
niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
and hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen
bitch you was chosen,
that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless
fuck all that other
bury yo brother
leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.
Verse 4 *(Bart)*
Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
for tryin to brace,
cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience
hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this
bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard
lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard
oh, from a sucka
fo them niggaz that press they luck there
in a game fucka
paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
couped up in an send 'em, an jive
make niggaz remember the Mobb
them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em
an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista
hit ya, get ya, split ya
that's how we shit ya.
Verse 5 *(Cydal)*
Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable
niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull
they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable
the world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
givin up info
on where you hide yo doe an indo
guess what you in for
you bout to find out
that shit we in, we all contenders
you don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window
don't even trip
I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
it's on yo bitch
we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma
jump in the get away ride and hit the corner
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)
Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*
Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz
fo all you wacked out niggaz
bitch made batched out niggaz
jaw jacked out niggaz
I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz
these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass
never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass
bitch ass nigga
no cash gettin-er
hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta
switch hittin ass, nigga too late
he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
dumpin on nothin
must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets
then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls
coward
these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone
before a nigga cool his gun
real nigga runnin from Mobb
will throw away glock
won't pistol go drop
never go Mobb
when the 4-4 stop
will a nigga get mopped
fo restin my knot
tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
you fuckin wit niggaz that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out
3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a
we folks all day
Ager, Sneek an the B.A.
put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay
Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*
Don't get it twisted we got restrictions
niggaz that witnessed family beatins
from family meetins
no family grievins
juss some youngstas
grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
evil tactics
to shovel up caskets, and double barrell
shotty blasted
I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin
murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed
and cross the game it ain't the thang
Swoop G plus two G's will make them niggaz for you to hang
an try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reign
it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame
sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl
and we ain't discussin shit
we bustin clips,
to makin 'em hurl
bullets makin them bustas curl
an I put that on the Mobb nigga
we Mobb niggaz
includin everywhere we go
that's how we do it.
Verse 8 *(Numskull)*
When you see Num, you see Mobb
how happly if you need job
even if you be Slobb you need not worry 'cause we Mobb
Slobb don't mean Blood
an 'causez don't mean Crip
an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip
when we sip
we laid out, to drip-drip dry
we be slip-slip ride
through the Town doin high-bys
when the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill
we'll be real
what's the deal
uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!
Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly
makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities
havin these thang is like a
Government task
M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out)

featuring Dru Down
*(Yukmouth talking)*
Hennessy! (Hindu)
Pass it!
(Ahhh)
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
Ballin, hit the scene.
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)*
Get yo grind on man.
(Get yo grind on)
Get yo scrilla on
(The scrilla, scratch, paper)
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
I won't let it phase me
this the game mayne
an this is my domain
make a couple of bomb
shit this ain't the same
now I'ma send this repetension
I'm supposed to have G's
so, all eyes is on me
I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin
but a 50 couple of mo hoes
and major playa hatin
a nigga can't win for losin
I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do
but I'm hustlin the same thing as you
nigga I came to the Town already
the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin
fuck that
hit me if ya wanna
mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner
Wanna see me?
You know where I hang
where I used to slang caine
an got my first case for a thang-thang
about keepin shit real
this it nigga
get yo mail on
stay away from all this bitch shit
I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)
but off the hook
I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you)
I got a question
serious as thee
Why's everybody always hatin on me?
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)
Get yo grind on man.
(I'm the pusha, pusha man.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.)
Get yo pimp on man.
(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(I need my money right now bitch.)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
West coastin
Pacific Ocean
niggas in Oakland
cut close to sellin dope an high
smokin until a nigga stop chokin
get broken off
for tryin to spit a razor blade out
then whip the gage out
an blow him rib cage out
I got my fetti
hit up Casino's like Joe Pesci
the get away ridin a jet skit
I'm double 0-7, Golden Eye
gold mouth, golden finga
ass out while I'm holdin Nina
I remember when I used to sell dope
makin 20 off a Note
task smash an grab a nigga by the throat
but I swallowed it
an you can spit it out
when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out
now I'm on some mo'
Rolex
Moet
X-O
mo sex than the next hoe
tote Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt)
it's the creamery
hit the scenery
so cleanery
on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery.
*(Chorus)* 1x
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
I hate you
and you hate me
to slang I-C-E
but I see me
bubblin mo than thee
to be or not to be
(That's the question)
Like Shakespeare
You inturrupt my struggle and I make fear.
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
Stayed on the West Coast
the best coast
still yo ass full of guest coast
Bitches!
Get yo neck choked
Niggas!
Get yo chest smoked
same thing for nay fiends
these nay fiends
hoe want bankin
thankin they bitch ass cuz it's stankin.
Verse 5 *(Numskull)*
I'm stankin like X-O
staggering my whole life through me
I'm headed to the west like Fievel
I know where I'm supposed to be like compass'
no matter where the fuck you from
yo bitch is bumpin this.
Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*
Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!!
Straight margerin
niggas be starvin in the drought
puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house
Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola
stackola on the up an up
I can't be fuckin up.
*(Chorus)* 1x
*(Dru Down's outro)*
Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga!
(Biatch!)
Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know
(EASTSIDE!!)
steady grindin.
(The Vill in this mutha fucka!)
Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know.
(Biatch!)
Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?

featuring Raphael Saadiq
Nummy Num playboy
I remember when we was hella broke dude
We just had a dream right?
We made it happen dude
Chorus:
Jus me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' thangs
Jus me and you
Ooh baby coming way up out the game
Jus me and you
We made it went from broke to havin' change
Jus me and you
Ohh baby and the songs turn again
Don't worry bout a damn thang
Numbskull:
We used to be short on the avenue so broke
on the avenue I couldn't afford to have a brew
how it happened dude just me and you
I use to drink brew after you
you had your daughter first my baby son was born right after you
now we making cash with Dru
oh look what havin' cash would do
playahatas come after you
if they blast at you
i'd be the first one to prove what the mass would do
one ain't better than havin' two
looney individuals off cash and brew
lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at you
hindu drinkin glass with you, cheers
we lasted through years what we have to do
we finally here, I got 5 showed on the billboard live
doin' songs with Too Short, courtesy of jive
front page of the Vibe, live and direct,
Rafael Saadiq freak that beat chorus and drumset
make your ears wet like sex, who waitin to come next
with pavey rolex
just me and you
Chorus
Yuckmouth:
We risked it and killed in cali before we make bread
creating our heaven on earth but it's worse we cursed from birth
now turn money and keepin moms happy got me gladly livin lavelle
I say we blessed to have mail
big willie, I'm numb to the world baby
don't speak among thangs unless it pays me
you never see yuckmouth weighin circumstances
you never see numbskull flossin takin chances
advancement is okay doe and cheatin is alright
and it's best to have some killa's on the payroll, day and night
stick and move pick and choose licks
Benet wasn't in it that's why Benet didn't benefit
believe my story the tale of glory didn't make me believe
that in america I never had to worry
Cupid wasn't stupid but never was Numb and Yuck
it was all dreams and wishes, game and luck
Just me and you
Chorus
It was gonna happen man
First we got 5 on it
Now we got 5 on big beats
Rafael Saadiq, DJ Quik, G 1
That's how it happened man
Once you get large do your thang
Big thangs man
Numb:
Hey when you saw my show in '94
you didn't know we'd blow like Nitroclycerin
Girbaud, Tommy Hill, Timberland
Playboy I use to rock a pendelton, offecer arrests a gentleman
now I'm spending big deusch marks on German women
in the red light district way out in Amsterdam kickin it
Adam and Eve coffee shop purchase grams wicked
disappeared like the grand wizard dig it
trying to be the richest young black brothas in the business
Yuck:
I heard so many times it was hopeless, bogus
accordin to both of us the world was untouched we had to focus
I had to explain thangs to the fullest
figured out what we could and couldn't
and made plans to get the puddin'
there's too many rules to made and broke
the mail is to be made so lets fade a toast
now tell these folks to let me be all I can be
so the L-U-N-I-Z will go down is history
Chorus

Chorus
Creep on in, on in (echos)
Woo.
See I'm ridin high, ridin high (echos)
Whoooo!
Kinda broke you see me, so all I got is FIVE
I GOT FIVE!
Verse 1 *(Knumskull & Yukmouth)*
(Knumskull)
I Got Five On It
I got five what you got nigga?
(Yukmouth)
Damn I think I got two bucks in my sock nigga.
(Knumskull)
Well that's that
fuck it
I think I got three bucks in my backpack
enough to get a phat sack.
(Yukmouth)
Hell yeah!
(Knumskull)
You got some zags?
(Yukmouth)
Not at all man.
(Knumskull)
Let's get some from the store.
(Yukmouth)
Fa sho, because a nigga need a Tall Ken.
(Knumskull)
Damn
open the door blood.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga where my keys at?
(Knumskull)
I don't know?
(Yukmouth)
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get that weed sack.
(Knumskull)
Oh here they go in my sock.
(Yukmouth)
Put your seatbelt on
cuz there's hella cops parked up the block.
(Knumskull)
Well nigga bust a U-ey then.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga fire up that doobie then.
(Knumskull)
Hell nah!
(Yukmouth)
You major skanless potna.
(Knumskull)
Well sue me then.
(Yukmouth)
Oh, be like that on a roach?
(Knumskull)
Nope, look at them hoes!
(Yukmouth)
Man fuck them tricks, nigga let's get smoke!
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo!
Whoa! What the fuck wrong wit you?!
(Knumskull)
Damn I had a flash back
this nigga frontin me some yay
but you know that he ain't gonna get his cash back.
(Yukmouth)
Nigga what if the cash jack?
(Knumskull)
Oh it's cool
Fuck this, I'm puttin it in the cuts.
(Yukmouth)
It's bad enough he got not tags on the Cutlass
(Knumskull)
Eh you know what? 84th is the closest.
(Yukmouth)
Yup
Oooh!
a fat ass Hamp, nigga let's smoke this.
(Knumskull)
Let's roll a blunt wit the skunk.
(Yukmouth)
Why you bring that skanless ass sack?
(Knumskull)
Man this shit ain't no punk.
Here smell this.
(Yukmouth)
Roll it up then nigga!
(Knumskull)
Haha, yeah!
(Yukmouth)
Let's go half on some liquor
yeah go get some Tango or something.
(Eh, I got to see some I.D.)
(Knumskull)
Aww man, shit I ain't got nothing!
(Sorry)
(Knumskull)
Man I spend wit you all the time.
(Sorry no I.D., no colors Icy Bine)
(Knumskull)
Aww fuck that!
(Yukmouth)
They didn't let you get the drank?
(Get out my store!)
(Knumskull)
Man I ain't trippin.
Chorus *(Mike Marshall)*
I got five on it
grab your 40
let's get keyed
I got five on it
fuckin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got five on it
nigga lets go half on a sack.
Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
I take a sack to the face
whenever I can
fuck a cruch
I be smokin that shit
til the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a Hampa
to burn slo
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoes wanna hit but they know they got to pitch in
then
I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cuz I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
fuck that
you betta bring your own shit cheif
wassup
don't babysit that
you better pass the
JOINT! nigga stop hittin cuz you know ya got asthma
crack a 40 open homie
an guzzel it
cuz I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
I know I failed cuz I done smoked hella weed bro
an everytime we with Chris
that nigga rollin up a fattie
but the Tanqueray straight had me
lit to the fullest extreme
there was gettin no higher
that shit had my chest on fire
Dru Down was swiggin to the face straight
but I ain't fuckin wit that
I think I'll stick to the crazy 8's
bring me a bottle and I'm cool wit that
I'm a lounge wit that
nigga bring me a phat sack
I don't know how to roll
but I know how to SMOKE!
I think I'm gonna hit it til my ass choke.
*(chorus)* x2
*(during chorus)*
Whooo-weee! Baby-boy!
Dayyyymn!
I'm hella high. Damn.
That's that indo.
Dayyyymn!
Only Oakland got that Doja like that.
Only the Town nigga.
Eh man quit hoggin up the joint, man you baby sittin it.
What you talking about?
Pass that shit over here.
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Playa
give me some brew an I might just chill
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain't enuff on it
fuck wit the S the T, I-D-E-S
never the less
I'm hella fresh
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong
I'm gone
beatin my chest like King Kong
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40
and when it comes to get another stogie
niggas all kick in like Shinobi
Nummy ain't my homie to begin with
it's too many heads to be poppin to let my friend hit shit
unless you pull out the phat crispy
five dollar bill
on the real before its history
cuz niggas be havin' them vaccum lungs
an if you let 'em hit it for free
you hella dum-du-dum-dum
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the dick teasers
skeezers and weirdos
that be fuckin off the land like Where tha bomb at?
Give me two bucks
you take a puff
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious
bomb will make a nigga go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cuz niggas snag me
to take the dank out of the baggie
*(chorus fades out)*

featuring Redman
[Redman]
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
[Luniz]
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's booty love the Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, cuz big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
Chorus: Redman and Luniz
Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
"I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out"
(repeat 2X)
[Luniz]
Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet
So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good
[Redman]
Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
You're facin, the Cochise of operation
And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
I bang rawly, do you orally
My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40
Chorus 1/2
[Redman]
I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin crew
I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
Blaze high, then smoke
[Luniz]
Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over
Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
Players we know, ain't no gambino
Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
But clown you more like Downtown Judy
Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control
in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime
But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen
Chorus (repeat to fade)

featuring 2 Live Crew & Christion
*(Numskull talking)*
Like they always say what's good fo Num is always good fo Yuk. Let's
get high.
*(Christion)*
20 blunts a day
Hin an ala zae.
20 blunts a day
Hin an ala zae.
*(Christion Numskull Yukmouth)*
One (echos) (Drink A Lot.... all day)
Two (echos)
Five (echos) (Smoke A Lot.... all day)
Twenty (echos)
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
You know what I came to do,
came to drink wit a gold face same as you,
drop a fifty on the bar,
for a fifth of Hindu,
got freaks wit me gotta get gin too,
I know hoes think the same as me,
cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty,
pullin niggaz on the floor,
dance nasty as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap dance in the corner,
same ol shit,
same ol hits,
same ol click,
same ol dick,
bitch don't look in my eyes,
cuz I ain't payin,
ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see,
cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
pop a coochie to the back,
pop a coochie to the front,
but damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT,
what ya really want,
what ya really need,
pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed,
girl I always pictured you in neon lights,
big 44 double D's,
what a sight,
you an me both we can get respect,
two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck,
you my type,
you ol hoe,
you my type,
you know.
Chorus *(Christion)*
Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm lookin this way.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo.
Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store.
Hin, an ala-zae, I can't keep my vision straight.
Hin, an ala-zae.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
ZAE??
Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot,
why you smoke??
20 blunts a day, you don't choke,
why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
get up while my dick on yo coat,
an I'm bumpin Too $hort,
down the block,
three on fourth,
my nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E.,
nickle an dime ass nigga,
to a top hat balla,
big rigga like E-Fourtee,
niggaz know me,
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees,
whole keys,
see me in a E-3 dub,
rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk,
peep us,
only bad bitches beep us,
turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
smokin reefa,
took off my DK's,
an she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka,
an her pussy,
lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see,
mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie,
woogie,
bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie,
an be a,
ride a Benz wit my knees what??
breakin trees up,
rollin weed up,
on my way to the V-up,
to put the g's up,
see Yuk,
hella high, tinky eyed like Korea.
*(chorus)*
20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day.
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, that's why I'm lookin this way.
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze
20 blunts a day.
Blazed.
*(2 live Crew)*
Verse 3 *(Black Marquis)*
Do it on the way to San Jose,
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay,
niggaz I'm scratch,
but they call it Killa Kali,
I'm walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies,
20 bag please,
20 Deep East,
I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree,
wit my dime piece mommie,
queen bees keeper,
when the bitch shake her ass,
nigga you should see her,
wit a taped on braclet,
diamond laced watches,
Mosskimo jeans,
wit her condoms in the pocket,
the bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag,
sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag,
slidin off g-string off in a coach bag,
dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash.
Verse 4 *(Young Smooth Ice)*
Back to the side where niggaz blaze,
home of the crew, an the booty shake,
straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
lookin fo the one that'll do me right,
who keep me cummin all through the night,
ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees,
fuck me,
suck me,
but nigga please,
let a nigga hit it,
bitch I know you wit,
from the back, cuz my dicks all in it,
I stick it in, like it ain't no thang,
dick stay hard,
OD'd on Ginseng,
come an be my private dancer,
a playa like me is yo only answer,
holla at yo boy if you wanna play,
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. (echos)
*(chorus)*

*(Yukmouth)*
CHALL ONGE!
Uh
I challenge you B Legit an E 40
to Numskull an Yukmouth
lets see who get the highest.
Chorus *(Yuk Num 40 Legit)
The highest niggaz in the industry
you high like me B Legit?
(it's all you Yuk.)
The highest niggaz in the industry
an when you see us backstage nigga
pass that weed
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
Anytime Numskull (then lets get keyed)
(we the drunkest niggaz in the industry)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water, you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
Well lets get keyed.
Verse 1 *(E-40)*
I wish I had some half,
mutha fuckin plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up,
devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin,
like a fat ass rat,
on a big ass peaunt blue trap,
I'm stuck,
stiff,
can't move,
paralized,
mud slides,
excuses,
that are made up,
can't focus,
I hang out wit,
commrads an cromies,
dudes an boys an,
mutha fuckaz juss betta hope that he don't get liquor poison,
(liquor poison)
mutha fuckaz best believe that they makin some kind of sense.
Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
I been wit this Gin an Juice,
cranberry an Vodka,
I juss came back from my pillow case slobbin out binaca,
I been tucked away,
cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
but I'm back now,
commits to get it on,
not spoil it,
I'm Drink-A-Lot,
take a jug of sumpthin big an do my thizzle,
swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
it's missle from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit.
Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)*
'cause we the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
well lets get keyed,
the highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(Anytime Numskull)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you can't out-smoke me!
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us back stage,
nigga pass that weed.
B-Legit!!
Verse 3 *(B-Legit)
I can pin a marajuana nigga,
love it like my mama nigga,
an if yo sacks ain't actin up,
back it up,
ain't no dub's like the ones I got,
an I'm forced to give 'em back 'cause my smoke don't stop,
got me grooved to the curb,
tryin to get this mill,
deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
an my folks,
be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
they way I post in the Indies,
smoke it on the hill.
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh,
well juss pass me the el flamo,
my afro grow like Rudy Ramo,
blunts to the facial turn into a human tornado,
yes I'm able,
cut up the gonga,
I'm Philly label blunt sponsered,
blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert,
Smoke-A-Lot-tae,
so sweat the collar so I stay out yo bod-day,
hydo-hottie,
I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me,
B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis,
20 blunts a day,
high got me smokin big weed wit yo baby mommie.
Chorus (Num, 40, Yuk)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(anytime Numskull)
Well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you high like me B-Legit,
(it's all you Yuk)
the highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us backstage, nigga,
pass that weed.
Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
40,
y'all better our name ain't reefa,
or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
get it shot up,
in a hot ride, wit a millameta,
cannibus sintiva I blow in the challes,
you smoke mo than me,
like the Cosby show nigga I challenge,
let's see who be walkin off balanced,
pervin,
fuck em wit Yuk it's curtians,
I smoke mo than Michael Irvin.
Verse 6 *(Numskull)*
Swervin big Lexus,
throwin 40 bottles out the roof,
breath about 100 proof,
slammin bot-els,
rod-els shakin my back,
so gone,
I feel like hurlin off the yak, (tell 'em Num),
come on,
roll the window down,
let me get a tad bit of breeze,
my whole vision is seein threes.
Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*
I got a plug so silly,
smokin on a Philly,
mix it up wit 40,
bitch I know you hear the music,
it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man,
in the land,
we juss high as we can,
we in Japan,
smokin on a beela wit bitch,
some niggaz niggaz about they mutha fuckin riches.
Verse 8 *(E-40)*
Yeah, y'all might be high like Willie Nelson, (Willie Nelson)
true dat lil b,
but lets play ping-pong,
here take a swig of some of this make your stomach bleed,
about to re-check myself back into the re-habilitation center,
alcohol an drug program,
fix me up in that mutha fucka kick it, (wit who?)
Dave Perity an Jean Claude Van Damme,
Yuk,
you ain't tryin to see me boy, (boy)
yo nigga Numskull be drinkin like a sailor (sailor, sailor),
you niggaz betta stick to smokin weed.
Chorus *(Yuk, Legit, Num, 40)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
you can't outsmoke me.
(you can't outsmoke me.)
The highest niggaz in the industry,
an when you see us backstage nigga,
pass that weed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk as me?
(Num you can't out drink me)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
well lets get keyed.
The highest niggaz in the industry,
uh-huh, uh-huh,
BIATCH!!
BIATCH!!
Yo piano man, take us up on outta here playboy.
My get back skillz, my get back skillz.
*(E-40)*
(burp)
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
but I'm about my cash,
but if an,
ignit mutha fucka wanna step to me,
I wouldn't hesitate to blast. (blast)
BIATCH, BIATCH, BIATCH.
Bitch.
(burps an throwin up til end.)

Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?

Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch
It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?
I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery
I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true
So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried
Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it
Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150
Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'
I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life
A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost
But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Let's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no
Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O'
And the folks don't understand, yes you can
Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot
But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me
Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens
I got work someone told knumskullin rollin'
Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat
Keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin' outta control? Nah, petty theivin'
Leavin' no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the luniz fool
If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Knuckle head fool wit that master plan
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man
'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep
I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep
So punk P, the situation is I skipped it
No set trip got the glock caulked
Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro
Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
Wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin' face
Action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry
Kickin' this psycho shit wit my click, so you knows of me
It's goin' down I'm all about my mail
Wit my g's flipped from keys
Equals dope I'm a sale client-tell
Got me on top wit raps a crook
But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs
So mutha fuckas took they last look
I'm broke, I'm sellin check books
'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Eh Bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
You're cocaine, give it to me, now what the fuck?
You, you must be snortin' some shit or something
What the fuck is that?
Let's go turn off all the lights
And make it seem like no ones home
Niggas comin' from the East side
'Bout to hoo ride and get stole
See the whole thang was a plot
'Cause that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot
Since your neighbors are all in my business
You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
Juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit
And then I'm outtie 350 probably you niggas scared, don't stop me
I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies
The Paraphernalia, The Niggas, The Killas, The Mobb
The Riggas, The Skrilla, The Dealas is doin' they job
Eclipse keeps clips, so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin' on a pipe
Hustlas on the corner, shootin' dice
All of my folks in jail, raisin' hell
Got bitches on the whole stroll sellin' fruit cocktails
To clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas
All of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone
Sky out to your honey comb hideout money gone
Pullin' capers on fakes erase your papers like white out
Ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse
My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch
Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row
Even though I try I can't let go
Like Mariah Carey the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguire's
Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin' a cab driver
Either be a broke ass, no cash havin your doe on I float on
Break more niggas than Ozone
What really goes on hops the props, I must clock
Hearin' no glock will have that ass holdin' like buckshots
Fuck cops I post on the block slangin' crack-noid
Avoid being broke I'm tradin' places wit Dan Akroyd
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1
You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?
No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby
Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala
I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma
Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland
Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me
Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal
Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause
Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak
I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack
Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?