Cool - F.I.V.E lyrics

[[Intro] Sir, is it true you were a crack c**aine dealer for 7 years? I-I plead the fifth Exactly how much money did you earn in your time as a crack c**aine dealer? Fifth, one, two, three, four, Fifth [Verse 1: Game] Jogging my memory, the Documentary k**ed that in a drop top, John Kennedy Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me The old me ain't got sh** on what I'm finna be n***a I'm finna be still repping the letter B What if it was the n***a that Dre signed instead of me? Would I be starving or studying in Harvard? Or would I be a dog of a another f**ing pedigree? Take away me, take away the su-woo Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru Pull up in that new coupe, take away your girl, run her choo choo Then put it on Worldstar, or YouTube Yo Tune' what it do? Got some b**hes in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through I'm Kobes rings n***a, who the f** is you? Not the n***a with five b**hes sitting in the coupe [Chorus: Chris Brown] Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feeling like a Jackson Five, I'm balling, yeah I'm balling, got me feeling like I'm in the Fab 5 For as long as I live I will rep for five Like MJ in game five [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got five on it, Five sho', Young Tune in this b**h f** 5-0 Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue Beat your a** black and blue with a bag of nickels I'm a G, do something 'bout it You ain't half of me, you ain't 500 dollars, n***a And my red bone, 5-5 No hand slapped, but I'm high five Yeah get with the game or play the sideline I dream to get the cover of High Times Now take 5 paces And try to guess the colour of my shoelaces, red, b**h Yeah, I'm on my high horse Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars Got some freaks in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving 'til five in the morn' [Chorus] [Outro: Chris Brown] I deserve to be top five