Songtexte:
Squad Five O All We Have

crew on a wall I see you slipping and you think it's me There's something preying on us that we just can't see We might be all we have someday So treat

: [Young Zee] Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big

is we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads puff the green raw, we as real as it get We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas Bitches don't talk to us, the

they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If Five-o boy come, then they'd proudly

fro, with the fro when we toast, So all the punks in the partner planet, Plus every single fool, cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter roll with we

the air Aight, for everybody, all our peeps out on the corners All the alleyways, for all our deceased Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets Nineteen ninety-five

Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka... [Interlude: Shawn

lump Nigga, we are, the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real

) A little bit lighter really sets the mood Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool Hop in my Five-Double-O Roll up my window asshole your lettin' out all