: [Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker
: (Bob McDill) A willing woman A willing man A five room house And a wedding band Believe us believe us Once it begins You know it don't take
me Holy Mother of saint bubble gum and sister band-aid knees Won't you please pray for the ones like me [Solo] But the truth is someday Somebody is gonna take
, You'll wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
My brothers truck, my Sunday slacks I've been working all week And I've got five bucks for gas And just for luck My grandfathers flask It's gonna take
Anyhow, on my way here I almost died This bitch in front of me was like a hundred and five They worry about drunks, and late night truckers Old ass bitches
You'll wind up out on his dance floor Digging the finest little five piece group Up and down the Gulf of Mexico Guess who's leading that five piece band
used like a toy And workin' a nine to five Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school Just to form a rock and rollin' band But the streets
with eyes as brown as can be Now we would sit and stare directly at me And her laugh would take me to my future Throughout my past, there aint shit left for me Well i've been working five
: When I was little I wanted to be king I built castles in the air but never found my way in For a week I was Rambo but couldn't take the pace Then I
Out? And It's 24 Miles To Your Beacon There's A Crack In The Sky And The Warning's Out Don't Take That Dive Again! Push Through That Band Of Rain! Five
Funk Doc, Sheek Luc', Meth-Tical (whattup niggaz?) Yo, yo, aiyyo yo [Sheek] Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine When I take it out the box, I represent
to get off my stress Take a pellet to the face Then I throw on a vest Then I grab the gloves And take the bullet out his chest Must confess Stress
was a marching band, I was a skateboader Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders You niggas were cool in school now you niggas take
Rubber Band man boyyyyy... Connected with my folk from the West Mack My folk from the Chi' Twista And T Double D, from the bottom [Hook - T.I.] Rubber Band
: You're bringing us down You're bringing us down You're bringing us down Hear the symphony in the five man band Trying to sympathize but you can't understand
act fast! [Lady of Rage + (Snoop)] Holy mackeral Batman! I think these clowns need to back down Let's be the Gap Band and drop the bomb on 'em and make