I Got 5 On It by T.R@bb Lyrics
[Intro: Spike Lee & Michael Jordan]
"Yo, Mars Blackmon here with my main man Michael Jordan
Yo, Mike, what makes you the best player in the universe?
Is it the vicious dunks?" "No, Mars."
"Is it the haircut?" "No, Mars."
"Is it the shoes?"
[Verse 1: T.R@bb]
Yo, and I got 5 on it that I got 5's on me
Broads full court press like 5 on 5, homie
All red suede joints like I'm ridin' 5, homie
And I got that Sig on me, that 9 times 5, homie
For the heat, they wait in line
Why must niggas whine?
Like I don't put my Grapes on one foot at a time
Niggas blew that purple, and the shots was cold like the nets was icy
That 4 line link, fool, now rewind nicely
Why they underprice me? Like my bars ain't lightnin'
Black cloud yo iCloud you gone weather this writin'
Break names like hyphens, I'm 4th quarter Mikein'
You no mic hypeman, yo peace to Raybur, I'm goin' gator
What is this a bank heist? My feet covered in Lasers
Willy, I'm beamin', and my flow clean, man, like I Stanley Steamed it
Seven, seven, seven, this that king shit
Headband too thick, please ring my fingers
Mack like Rufus, don't let the E lose you
Find where your mood is, easy Kennedy, my crew kill ruthless
And I got 5 on it
And yo girl hittin' my phone still, but I'm busy givin' this track hell
While she fillin' up my voicemail, she sendin' you to that voicemail
Come on, come on man, aye, but look look, aye
Was those lines fly enough for me to prove I'm hawkin'?
Or am I singing too much like auction callin'
They tried to boycott T and I ain't been to Boston
Sayin' my reign was all luck, but ain't I doin' it often?
Wasn't it my crew that put you in a coffin?
Publicly dunkin' on niggas, no Patrick Ewing endorsements
And you ain't peep, I said Boston and lucky
Crazy, I'm linkin' the green without me rollin' a dutchy
Yo, I'm killin' it, trust me
And yo, I'm makin' it, trust me
Slight, thank you
[Outro: T.R@bb]
And I put that on Clayton, my niggas ain't playin'
I kept on thinkin' should I put a chorus on this shit
Cause you know a nigga gone come with these 5's, right?
Fuck it, I got 5's on me
Got some 2's and got some 3's, but I got 5's on me
They look so nice on my feet, I got these 5's on me
Whether retro or OG, I got these 5's on me
Bulls, Olives, Burgundy's
I got five on it
Messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Partner lets go-
"Yo, Mars Blackmon here with my main man Michael Jordan
Yo, Mike, what makes you the best player in the universe?
Is it the vicious dunks?" "No, Mars."
"Is it the haircut?" "No, Mars."
"Is it the shoes?"
[Verse 1: T.R@bb]
Yo, and I got 5 on it that I got 5's on me
Broads full court press like 5 on 5, homie
All red suede joints like I'm ridin' 5, homie
And I got that Sig on me, that 9 times 5, homie
For the heat, they wait in line
Why must niggas whine?
Like I don't put my Grapes on one foot at a time
Niggas blew that purple, and the shots was cold like the nets was icy
That 4 line link, fool, now rewind nicely
Why they underprice me? Like my bars ain't lightnin'
Black cloud yo iCloud you gone weather this writin'
Break names like hyphens, I'm 4th quarter Mikein'
You no mic hypeman, yo peace to Raybur, I'm goin' gator
What is this a bank heist? My feet covered in Lasers
Willy, I'm beamin', and my flow clean, man, like I Stanley Steamed it
Seven, seven, seven, this that king shit
Headband too thick, please ring my fingers
Mack like Rufus, don't let the E lose you
Find where your mood is, easy Kennedy, my crew kill ruthless
And I got 5 on it
And yo girl hittin' my phone still, but I'm busy givin' this track hell
While she fillin' up my voicemail, she sendin' you to that voicemail
Come on, come on man, aye, but look look, aye
Was those lines fly enough for me to prove I'm hawkin'?
Or am I singing too much like auction callin'
They tried to boycott T and I ain't been to Boston
Sayin' my reign was all luck, but ain't I doin' it often?
Wasn't it my crew that put you in a coffin?
Publicly dunkin' on niggas, no Patrick Ewing endorsements
And you ain't peep, I said Boston and lucky
Crazy, I'm linkin' the green without me rollin' a dutchy
Yo, I'm killin' it, trust me
And yo, I'm makin' it, trust me
Slight, thank you
[Outro: T.R@bb]
And I put that on Clayton, my niggas ain't playin'
I kept on thinkin' should I put a chorus on this shit
Cause you know a nigga gone come with these 5's, right?
Fuck it, I got 5's on me
Got some 2's and got some 3's, but I got 5's on me
They look so nice on my feet, I got these 5's on me
Whether retro or OG, I got these 5's on me
Bulls, Olives, Burgundy's
I got five on it
Messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Partner lets go-