G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs
you five cents to put cheese on the whopper So steer near clear a mere near rear bia I'm rollin with the crowbar clear Still wearin my favorite suit like
show him he don't matter The night creeper in a nice white Jeep-er With three white divas who snort and like penis I'm hotter than at least five heaters
s about Legs over the stick shift You let the cloth rip Your fingers on my kiss Got me wrapped around your wrists This means more than love in a five star suite
vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five
switch when they get rich Spend it all on chicks Hundred-thousand dollar car for what These bitches Ten million dollar crib for what These bitches Five thousand dollar suits
my herb Babylon dem thief my herb dem thief my herb Babylon dem thief my herb dem thief my herb Babylon dem thief my herb dem thief my herb five pound
feelin like royalty in the party Picture me sexy in a two piece layin on exotic beaches in the white sand Picture us getting served breakfast five star suites
s bye-bye Inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty] Three sixty-five
: Where you from nigga? [Layzie Bone] Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the
poppin [Dirty Money] ?Cause I been leanin on the bar, lookin cleaner than a star These broads won?t give me my props Twenty-five on the bag, I be stuntin
yeah she buy it off from me, supply it off from me Whenever I cease to have peeves is thugs grapes, nd daddy?s little girl let me borrow his Mercedes, ye a High five
, But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did, And he said "that suits me fine", "I'll raise you high to a hundred and five, And forever put an end to
's good for a drink or two, At forty-five smiles to the gallon she can watch the world floating through. Throw away your city clothes, throw away your suit
So raise your hands to the God damn roof Sippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proof I'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suit And holler
off when she talk some noise You know you got the right to get your party on So get your hair cut and your car washed too Lookin like a star in your armani suit
Ayo Cali Walk with me Yeah that's what got me here The chucks the khaki suits All the swap meet years The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks Uncle
