Artist: Nicki Minaj f/ Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz Album: Beam Me Up Scotty Song: Five-O Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] This... this is another ba-b-b-BANGER Turn it the fuck up {*gun shot*} This is a world premier {*gun shot*} [Chorus] Where my straight jacket, at? I'm a psycho Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow? If it's not Young, Money, it's a typo There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o We don't t-t-talk, talk to five-o There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o If it's not Young, Money, it's a typo There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o [Jae Millz] Mister officer, mister officer I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk wit'cha Matta fact, I ain't tryin to talk to ya We ain't got no business, so fuck we talkin for? And ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation Cause about that boy who just got shot, I gots no information These broke-ass snitch niggaz still gram shavin At the precinct writin statements on which shell house is the station (Damn!) Not I, tattle tellin is for homos Besides, that's the number one Young Money no-no Police, we don't chat with them, we ain't got no rap for them You in the cop car pointin niggaz out from the back of them (There he go) Back seat informer, your pappy shoulda warned ya You even tell po'-po' I'm black and youse a fuckin goner Yeah you get high, but I get higher; manana I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor [Chorus] [Nicki Minaj] Uhh, uh-huh, yo Four three two, cocka doodle do I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew Ho ho ho, red stockings too Comin down the chimney, you're chopped and screwed It's me bitches, eff you, snitches Gimme the heebie jeebies so excuse my, twitches Excuse me, lemme get that brewsky Niggaz know dem bitches can't do it like I do-sky I just pull up, chunk the deuce in some blue denim And I just heard, you runnin with the lieutenant I'm the mistress, I'll be in the District of Columbia Yes uh huh, Washington Better ask around, cause I'm what's poppington I'm who they think about, playin with they pee pee Better count sheep B, cause I'm never sleepy Guess I'm the chief, you can catch me in my tee-pee Bitches! [Chorus] [Gudda Gudda] Uhh, let's get it, uhh, yeah Young Money psycho, straightjacket on me Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant I bring it to your doorstep, loose lips sink ships nigga So I'ma bring you to the bottom of the ocean Uh, church, I hear you preachin like a fuckin reverand Shoulda killed you in the first place, no second guessin Coulda killed 'em with the first and the second weapon DJ Unk 'em with the hands, I "Two Step" and deck him Then I grab the chopper, blue flame Houston wreck him Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham Make way, respect him, I could AK attack him Ay, you lookin at a gangster in his essence Now bitch bow down when a gangster in your presence Cause I'm God's gift like a present For one don't try me I could give you two lessons You peasants get murdered if you do test him Gudda Gudda beotch~! [Chorus] - 1/2