Five-O
(专辑: Beam Me Up Scotty - 2009)
[Nicki Minaj:] Where my straight jacket at? I'm a
psycho Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow? If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O [Jae Millz:] Mister officer, mister officer I'm sorry I
don't wanna take a
walk with ya Matter of fact, I
ain't tryna talk to ya We ain't got no business, so fuck we talking for? There ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation 'Cause about that boy who just got shot, I
got no information These broke ass snitch niggas still gram shaving At the
precinct writing statements on which trap house is the
station (Damn) Not I, tattle-telling is for homos Besides, that's the
Number 1
Young Money no-no Police, we don't chat with them We ain't got no rap for them You in the
cop car pointing niggas out from the
back of them (There he go) Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya You even tell PoPo I'm black, then you's a
fucking goner Yeah you get high, but I
get higher Manyana, I
just might go to the
halfway house and ask your supervisor [Nicki Minaj:] Where my straight jacket at? I'm a
psycho Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow? If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O Yo... 4, 3, 2, cocka-doodle-doo I
was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew Ho ho ho, red stockings too Coming down the
chimney, you're chopped 'n' screwed It's me, bitches, F
you snitches Gimmie the
heebie jeebies, so excuse my twitches Excuse me! Lemme get that brewski Niggas know them bitches can't do it like I
dooski I
just pull up, chuck the
deuce in some blue denim And I
just heard you running with the
lieutenant I'm the
mistress, I
be in the
District of Columbia Yes, uh huh, Washington Better ask around, 'cause I'm what's popping-ton I'm who they think about, playing with they pee pee Gotta count sheep, B, 'cause I'm never sleepy Yes, I'm the
chief, you can find me in my teepee, bitches Where my straight jacket at? I'm a
psycho Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow? If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O [Gudda Gudda:] Young Money psycho, straitjacket on me Break a
nigga jaw if he turn to informant I
bring it to your door step, loose lips sink ships nigga So I'ma bring you to the
bottom of the
ocean Uh, church, I
hear you preaching like a
fucking reverend Should've killed you in the
first place, no second guessing Could've killed 'em with the
first and the
second weapon DJ Unk 'em with the
hand, I
two-step and deck 'em Then I
grab the
choppa, blue flame Houston wreck 'em Kick a
snitch head through a
goal like David Beckham Make way, respect 'em, I
could AK or tech 'em Ay, you looking at a
gangster in his essence Now, bitch, bow down when a
gangster in your presence 'Cause I'm God's gift like a
present For one, don't try me I
could give you two lessons You peasants get murdered if you do test 'em Gudda Gudda, biatch! [Nicki Minaj:] Where my straight jacket at? I'm a
psycho Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow? If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O If it's not Young Money, it's a
typo There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O