Nicki Minaj - Five-O lyrics

[Chorus:] Where my straitjacket 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 2 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 with ya Matta fact, I ain't tryna talk 2 ya We ain't got no business, so what we talkn for It 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 a** snitch n***as still gram shaving? At the precinct writing statements on which your house is the station (damn) Not I, tattle tellin' is for h*mos Besides, that's the number 1 Young Money no no Police, we don't chat with them We ain't got no wrap for them You in the cop car point n***as out from the back of them (There he go) Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya You even tell PoPo I'm black, and yous a f**in' goner Yeah you get high, but I get higher Manyana, I just might go to the half way house and ask your supervisor [Chorus:] Where my straitjacket 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 2 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 [Nicki Minaj:] Yo... 4, 3, 2 co*ka doodle do I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew Ho ho ho, red stockings too Coming down the chimney, your chopped and screwed It's me b**hes, eff u snitches, gimme the heebie jeebies So excuse my twitches (excuse me) Lemme get that brewski, n***as know them b**hes can't do it like I dooski I just pull up, chuck the deuce in some blue denim, and I just heard he running with the lieutenant I'm the mistress, I be in the District of Columbia Yes uh huh, Washington Betta ask around, cause I'm whats popping-ton I'm who they think about, playin' with they pee pee Gotta count sheep because I'm never sleepy Guess I'm the chief, you can find me in my teepee... b*tchES! [Chorus:] Where my straitjacket 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 2 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 [Gudda Gudda:] Young Money cycle, straitjacket on me Break a n***a jaw if he turn too informant I bring you to ya door step, loose slips, sank ships n***a So I'm a bring you to the bottom of the ocean [uh chuuch] I hear you preachin' like a f**in' reverend Should k**ed you in the first place... no second guessin' Coulda k**ed '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 attack 'em You looking at a gangster in his essence Now b**h bow down when a gangster in your presence Cause I'm God's gift like a present For 1 don't try me I could give you two lessons u peasants get murdered if you do test 'em Gudda Gudda b**h! [Chorus:] Where my straitjacket 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 2 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