the wardro and cameras So we can play back this moment in a DVD And mama send this bad truck through the three TVs The waters runnin' for your bath now we at step five
-95 smoking Like 'Ocean's Twelve' when I'm postin' smell My zip lock when the red line open Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero" Enough of them to pull a Five-Five
, 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 die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high Yo, yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point O I get bagged
Yes, I hid your car keys, honey Yes, I hid your suitcase And I'm the reason you can't find Your makeup and your toothpaste And I'll do anything it takes
Icey 6 tha sea six Icey fits on five, icey tips Icey that, icey this Icey neck, icey wrist Icey cris, I see miss Icey 6 tha sea six Icey fits on five
my sunroof, mama, leave it alone now Can't you see it? It's goin' back on it's own now That's how we do it, baby, seven days We hustle three-sixty-five
your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse
up late, I'ma be home when I'm finished I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute This is business, you ain't with it then give me five feet
at the Dangerous Crew camp Save your money, can't use dem food stamps Other crews like to sample and mix But our crew, we just play that shit live Drums, bass, keys
I called Ant Banks to see what's up He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock I got dressed, smokin on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table
Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for
smoke it, I gots to grind Searched all my stuff and all you find Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys 'Cause
hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin Chorus: *unknown singers* Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah Keep on hustlin... droppin keys
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
for Num Is always good for you, let's get high 20 blunts a day, hen and alazae 20 blunts a day, hen and alazae One, drink a lot, all day (Two) Five,
Get your ass up, get your ass up, get your ass up I hear your car keys jinglin', go 'head an' crank it up Spent a thousand on the liquor, but tonight
to coke, from heroin to X, so next we needin' a boat Off the coast of eastern Georgia for two hundred keys of snort For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five