The Game feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne - F.I.V.E.

Текст песни: F.I.V.E.

[Verse 1: Game]
 Jogging my memory, the Documentary
 Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy
 Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
 The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be
 Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B
 What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
 Would I be starving or studying at Harvard
 Or would I be a dog of a another fuckin' pedigree
 Take away me, take away the su-woo
 Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru
 Pull up in that new coupe
 Take away your girl run her choo choo
 Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube
 Yo Tune' what it do
 Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
 I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you
 Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe

[Hook: Chris Brown]
 Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
 Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
 For as long as I live I will rep for five
 Like MJ in game five

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 I got five on it
 Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0
 Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue
 Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels
 I’m a G, do somethin ’bout it
 You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga
 And my red bone, 5-5
 No hand slapped, but I’m high five
 Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines
 I dream to get the cover of High Times
 Now take 5 paces
 And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch
 Yeah, I’m on my high horse
 Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars
 Got some freaks in the living room gettin’ it on
 And they ain’t leavin’ til five in the morn’
 (yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!


 I deserve to be top five