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Song Parodies -> "I Got 50 On Her"

Original Song Title:

"I Got 5 On It (reprise)"

Original Performer:


Parody Song Title:

"I Got 50 On Her"

Parody Written by:

Wolveroses & Xander999

The Lyrics

I got fifty on her
I got fifty, what you got playa?
Damn...I think I got two quid in my sock, bruvva...
Well that's cool, bump it
I think I got two rubs in my pocket
enough to get my sick ducked
You get some rubs?
Got some WHAT? Man?
Let's go hit up the store
Ya...Sho', because a bruvva wants a...Tall Ken?
Open the car door man
Bruvva...where the keys at?
Where'd they go?
Remember I gave 'em to you to go get your head checked?
Oh yeah, they're on the counter
Put your seatbelt on
Cause there's lotta laws 'bout seatbelt off.
Well thanks again my good friend
Bruvva fire up the up the Cd's then!
Like what?
The TeleTubbies EP
You're kidding me
Oh, be like that Purple thing!
X, look at them girls!
Man...flip them tapes, brutha go get some!
Pass my buspass - prove that I'm over eighteen, you.
Wolf! What the flip wrong with you?
Damn I seen my ex-girl
she was the best that happened to me
but you know we ain't gonna get back again
Bruvva, what if they see that?
Then I'm screwed
bump that, I do what I gotta do
It's bad enough she got no man on her armies...
Eh you know what? Now she went downhill
A nice ass Girl, Bruvva let's catch this!
She ain't worth the time or money
Why you got her number then man?
Man this chick is playing games.
Here have this
Drive it up then Bruvva!
Here, have fun!
Let's go - look in thatboozer
yeah go get some Breezers or Something
(Eh, I got to get my I.D.)
Aww tight, 'cause I forgot mine
(Right on)
Man it's like we kick it all the time
Aww bump this.
They didn't let you get the drink?
(get out of my store!)
Let's go somewhere else

I got 50 on her
Just like how it should be
I got 50 on her
This is just what I need
I got 50 on her
I'm gonna hit it from the back
I got 50 on her
I'm a true player mack

I satisfy my needs whenever I can
bump the hand
I be hittin' that thang
'til I bust a few to make her sang
Next time I wanna take my time to unroll
to go slow
so that I can get every feeling that I can
Girls wanna act like they know but they don't
and then expect us to do something we won't
'Cause I be damned if I don't get doen first
you know
you better make it worse it girl (uh huh)
don't bet on that, you better go down
to town, girl stop playin' the little games
Open a wine cooler girl and drizzel it
'Cause this will get you wetter than a shower cap
I gotta put this on for our protection
I know your man be doing the neglection
I love it when we together
You's a fine fine fattie
I think I feel in love cause she had me
Blown to the fullest extreme
It seems it's getting higher
That move had my love on fire
This chick wants me to go downtown
I ain't messin' with that now
I think I'll stick to the 315's
do this like a porno, I'm cool with that
I'm a play like that
Girl just feel up on the sack
I do know everything so I can make you sing
I think I'm gonna hit it 'til it goes down


Now, ya...
Give me a girl an' I might just thrill,
but I'm the type that the girls like to annoy like Damon Hill
I want boobies,
Wish jooblies when I want on it
I got some quids on her,
But it ain't enough for her.
Heck with the S the T, I-D-E-S,
I'm never best,
Getting slapped like a Labour Vest.
When pass it hit on the girl like Ping Pong,
She's gone,
Kickin' my nuts 'til no Dong!
It's gone!
Wrap my lips around my mouthy,
And when the anger flames bein' dumped by prossie,
Ladies all kick me like Shinobi,
Mummy ain't at home-y to being with,
It's too many cries to be drippin to let the girl skill it,
Unless you pull out the phat dippy,
Fifty quid note,
On the table 'fore I'm history.
Cuz ladies be havin' them money wants,
And they won't you do it for free,
YOU HELLA...dum-de-dum-dum...
I came to school with a bruise around my earlobe,
Avoidin' all the thick teasers,
Geezers and keanoz.
That be blastin to me hand, like, "Where yo girl at?"
Give me secs,
You flex me pecs,
And pass my cheque back.
Messed my life like a Druggie,
I'm serious,
Sex will make a dumb guy delirous like a Muggie
I got more cash than Maggie
Female MP
To buy out all of the place that the Girl's be!


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Marc "The Trouser Weapon" Smith - January 17, 2003 - Report this comment
hi... erm... XandMatt ( "LATHAM" as i know him, or the "SEXGODREJECT") is a friend of mine, he sometimes passes me this stuff and asks if i like it... to be honest, i'm not really into rap music, giv me sum linkin park anyday... but the words and phrases matt uses i can understand cuz i see him most of the time! YOU TWO HAV GOT SUM TALENT THERE... keep at the good work! this has been a emergency news broadcast... BROUGHT TO YOU BY MARCO'S... THE NUTIRIOUS BREAKFAST CEREAL! lol
Ghetto John - January 17, 2003 - Report this comment
well its a parody ,and i dont know what i thought about it, but it was fun to read'

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