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  • 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

    Mister officer, mister officer
    I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with ya
    Matter of fact, I ain't tryna talk to ya
    We ain't got no business, so f8ck we talking for?
    There ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
    'Cause about that boy who just got shot, I got no information
    These broke a*s snitch niggas still gram shaving
    At the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station (Damn)
    Not I, tattle-telling is for homos
    Besides, that's the Number 1 Young Money no-no
    Police, we don't chat with them
    We ain't got no rap for them
    You in the cop car pointing niggas out from the back of them (There he go)
    Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya
    You even tell PoPo I'm black, then you's a f*ckin` goner
    Yeah you get high, but I get higher
    Manyana, I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor

    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

    Yo... 4, 3, 2, cocka-doodle-doo
    I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew
    Ho ho ho, red stockings too
    Coming down the chimney, you're chopped 'n' screwed
    It's me, bi*ches, F you snitches
    Gimmie the heebie jeebies, so excuse my twitches
    Excuse me! Lemme get that brewski
    Niggas know them bitches can't do it like I dooski
    I just pull up, chuck the deuce in some blue denim
    And I just heard you running with the lieutenant
    I'm the mistress, I be in the District of Columbia
    Yes, uh huh, Washington
    Better ask around, 'cause I'm what's popping-ton
    I'm who they think about, playing with they pee pee
    Gotta count sheep, B, 'cause I'm never sleepy
    Yes, I'm the chief, you can find me in my teepee, bitches

    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

    Young Money psycho, straitjacket on me
    Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant
    I bring it to your door step, loose lips sink ships nigga
    So I'ma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
    Uh, church, I hear you preaching like a f*cking reverend
    Should've killed you in the first place, no second guessing
    Could've killed 'em with the first and the second weapon
    DJ Unk 'em with the hand, I two-step and deck 'em
    Then I grab the choppa, blue flame Houston wreck 'em
    Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
    Make way, respect 'em, I could AK or tech 'em
    Ay, you looking 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 'em
    Gudda Gudda, biatch!

    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
  • [00:12.073]Where my straight jacket at? I'm a psycho
    [00:16.322]Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow?
    [00:18.816]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [00:22.584]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [00:25.347]
    [00:25.823]We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O
    [00:29.078]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [00:32.071]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [00:35.568]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [00:38.335]
    [00:38.819]Mister officer, mister officer
    [00:42.073]I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with ya
    [00:45.065]Matter of fact, I ain't tryna talk to ya
    [00:48.072]We ain't got no business, so f8ck we talking for?
    [00:51.820]There ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
    [00:54.576]'Cause about that boy who just got shot, I got no information
    [00:58.079]These broke a*s snitch niggas still gram shaving
    [01:01.319]At the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station (Damn)
    [01:04.817]Not I, tattle-telling is for homos
    [01:08.081]Besides, that's the Number 1 Young Money no-no
    [01:11.071]Police, we don't chat with them
    [01:12.569]We ain't got no rap for them
    [01:14.316]You in the cop car pointing niggas out from the back of them (There he go)
    [01:17.829]Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya
    [01:20.833]You even tell PoPo I'm black, then you's a f*ckin` goner
    [01:24.062]Yeah you get high, but I get higher
    [01:26.074]Manyana, I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor
    [01:30.068]
    [01:30.574]Where my straight jacket at? I'm a psycho
    [01:33.571]Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow?
    [01:36.568]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [01:40.060]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [01:42.828]
    [01:43.335]We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O
    [01:46.324]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [01:49.822]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [01:52.568]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [01:56.070]
    [01:56.570]Yo... 4, 3, 2, cocka-doodle-doo
    [01:59.568]I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew
    [02:02.827]Ho ho ho, red stockings too
    [02:05.821]Coming down the chimney, you're chopped 'n' screwed
    [02:09.552]It's me, bi*ches, F you snitches
    [02:12.819]Gimmie the heebie jeebies, so excuse my twitches
    [02:15.821]Excuse me! Lemme get that brewski
    [02:18.573]Niggas know them bitches can't do it like I dooski
    [02:21.814]I just pull up, chuck the deuce in some blue denim
    [02:24.828]And I just heard you running with the lieutenant
    [02:28.081]I'm the mistress, I be in the District of Columbia
    [02:32.319]Yes, uh huh, Washington
    [02:34.315]Better ask around, 'cause I'm what's popping-ton
    [02:37.565]I'm who they think about, playing with they pee pee
    [02:40.821]Gotta count sheep, B, 'cause I'm never sleepy
    [02:44.070]Yes, I'm the chief, you can find me in my teepee, bitches
    [02:47.067]
    [02:47.818]Where my straight jacket at? I'm a psycho
    [02:51.825]Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow?
    [02:54.074]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [02:57.834]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [03:00.080]
    [03:01.292]We don't t-t-talk, talk to Five-O
    [03:03.783]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [03:06.534]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [03:10.068]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O
    [03:13.045]
    [03:13.535]Young Money psycho, straitjacket on me
    [03:17.796]Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant
    [03:20.798]I bring it to your door step, loose lips sink ships nigga
    [03:25.299]So I'ma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
    [03:27.290]Uh, church, I hear you preaching like a f*cking reverend
    [03:30.034]Should've killed you in the first place, no second guessing
    [03:33.538]Could've killed 'em with the first and the second weapon
    [03:36.290]DJ Unk 'em with the hand, I two-step and deck 'em
    [03:39.776]Then I grab the choppa, blue flame Houston wreck 'em
    [03:42.788]Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
    [03:46.037]Make way, respect 'em, I could AK or tech 'em
    [03:51.028]Ay, you looking at a gangster in his essence
    [03:56.027]Now, bitch, bow down when a gangster in your presence
    [03:56.788]'Cause I'm God's gift like a present
    [03:58.281]For one, don't try me I could give you two lessons
    [04:01.775]You peasants get murdered if you do test 'em
    [04:04.525]Gudda Gudda, biatch!
    [04:05.287]
    [04:05.787]Where my straight jacket at? I'm a psycho
    [04:08.031]Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow?
    [04:11.292]If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
    [04:14.289]There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O