loud as you can I need a drink Some time to think it over Man, it's getting heavy in here Could you play the five chord Please and thank you Say
Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord
same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five
think I wrote these chords they're written in your brain' and when you hear them there's a shakedown that begins within the mind cos these three chords
Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah
and we gon' do Whatever we've got to do, uh huh uh Feast for Hi-Teknological, neurological It's unstoppable, check it out I'm fantastic, furious like the Five
hornets? Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords
's funny when I see some rap niggaz do to make it A few would blow up or go as far as they can take it My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party
a problem this addiction I have I would feel the urge, then I'd go stark raving mad Break into the arcade, screamin' and hollerin' Anticipatin' puttin' twenty-five
faygo fool so fuck video shows and lalapalooza your girl from a world five under the dirt bring you the greatest show on earth,bitch! Chorus(2X's)
in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie Five and five, equal
the ones who gave the crown have been let down You try to make amends without defending Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes Of grown men of twenty five
lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears, Amphoteric The name Central Cali band, Local shows, T-shirts, EP's, no plan Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords
, so the other clip Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie No shit, homie, know me? Get in work, fa' we puffin' licks, homie I got the vocal chords,
yeah, yeah As we haze through the haze of enslavement While the sweat's beatin? millions of feet pound on the pavement I know it's nine to five, or five
The ones who gave the crown have been let down You try to make amends without defending Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of grown men of twenty five
If you're gonna try to make it right You're surely gonna end up wrong Wrong wrong wrong wrong Oh shut the door That's the only chord I know I know where