Tradução: Las cinco claves. Fuera de vista fuera de la mente.
Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit
pain is love I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue) Purple and the strawberry philly up in my five coupe Yeah I'm in the yellow boss, they
from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack Give the advance money back I am not have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine five
scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as
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
scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow
: (Tupac) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White
I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin
: [Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas
know where I would be Trying to move a key strong armed robbery My destiny could have been an early death of me Just to be alive pushing twenty-five I
gangsta, S-P-I-C-E. [Spice-1] Yeah smell me, yo five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name, five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain,
the fuck is mine My nigga I'll take it Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it Gimme your money, drop them keys It's a jack
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
we theivin', we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin'. Got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. We say bang. Eighty-eight through the ten-five (
: drove all night form new york city in your best friend's car knocked on my door about five thirty nursing a broken heart still got your keys in your
shit Big up my nigga Premo Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio) Spliff and my other nigga Chico Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five) Count
