Five's out on the night shift Shady eyes in the middle of the night Into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight On the mix tell the DJ Quick Five boom Chorus: He kept playing my song
kept playing my song On and on all night long He kept playing my song On and on all night long He kept playing my song On and on, all night long He kept playing my song
s how it started It started with a beat A beat in my head And it wouldn't go away So I added a bass The bass was phat I played it to my boys On the 24
- Five's out on the night shift shady eyes in the middle of the night into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight on to the mix, tell the DJ quick Five boom He kept playing my
Five's out on the night shift shady eyes in the middle of the night into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight on to the mix, tell the DJ quick Five boom He kept playing my
fo cuz my pants red, And my do' won't shut and my car's shabby, But I see the future man like I'm nostradamus, And in my heart all I see is a future
the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? FIYAHHHH!!!! [Xzibit] I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five
freshened up and changed her clothes Smellin' good, lil' shawty ? "Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?" And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song
me into submission He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose, Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat I tried to plead
props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
Yo.. yo! (* eminem hachs up spit *) Mic check.. (my dick!) Testing.. one, two (* eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (my dick!) my nuts.. My attitude
days, I must recop And bubble on the grind Until I pop I get the dope fiend money To pump my gas It's five dollar bills when I wipe my ass I just hit
it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad
me in the dress I’ma get me some (hey) mission two Gotta make that call Tell him get the bottles poppin’ when they play my song (hey) mission three Got my
presented of the pile Second adjust my bust that really sound fly Third gain the zone, the Washa has arrived Fourth keep my mind and my song online
