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Rich Tycoon Tokyo drifts over a hard hitting west coast beat.

Lyrics

Song Title: The 5th
Written By RICH Tycoon aka Filthy RICH aka Richie Hampton
Published by: Richie Hampton for Street Wire Muzik Publishing
Ean Dawson for Indecent the Slapmaster Publishing
Copyright Richie Hampton © 2011


Chorus/Hook
I plead the 5th…I’m off a 5th
I’m up in 5th doing the Tokyo drift
I’m fly…I pull up to the light like this
Top down, beat knocking like I knock a bitch (repeat)

Verse 1
It’s slow motion-I’m blowin’ tree’s like a dandelion
I’m only 5’6”, still a nigga stand a giant
That mean I’m standing tall, ballin’ ‘cause I’m so determined
Not to be broke-not me, therefore, I’m servin’
Yeah, I’m movin’ work, therefore the Ruger squirt
And you don’t wanna get wet, don’t disrespect ya birth
I’m for the money-I don’t bang-I just slang dope
And more than not, it’s to them people that just can’t cope
Now should I feel bad, nope I can’t feel that
I catch feelings and watch my cap get peeled back
I don’t wanna die, me I’d rather high
And get the type of moolah make ‘em wanna testify

Chorus/Hook

I plead the 5th…I’m off a 5th
I’m up in 5th doing the Tokyo drift
I’m fly…I pull up to the light like this
Top down, beat knocking like I knock a bitch (repeat)

Verse 2
I got that good bush-streets like to call it kush
I got that fish scale-not the yay you nigga’s push
I’m all through the Bay, I’m everywhere, nigga look
Open your eyes and recognize what’s really good
Yeah, I’m really good, I’ll survive in any hood
DC to the Bay-UK to Hollywood
(Antarctica?) To think about it, I probably could
I’m that cold from the back streets to the back woods
My Swisher sweet-I stay puffing on purple jelly
I’m so out of mind, it’s gotta be a felony
No misdemeanor-not a citation
I feel the weed like I’m feelin’ baby’s gyration
That’s interesting-that’s so intriguing
She say she wanna come, that’s why we leavin’
Yeah, we outta here, see you when I see you, square
I’m in here thumped up, nigga’s better be prepared

Chorus/Hook

I plead the 5th…I’m off a 5th
I’m up in 5th doing the Tokyo drift
I’m fly…I pull up to the light like this
Top down, beat knocking like I knock a bitch (repeat)

Verse 3
I’mma hustler-digitals to triple beams
Yeah, I’m the one that put that ice cream on your pipe screen
Convicted felon-your record, it don’t excite me
I know them nigga’s you rap with don’t like me
But I don’t care, I don’t need them to like me
He just a dope fiend, I mean look into his high beams
I’m into other things-money makin’ and peddlin’
I’m off a 5th and I’m gassin’, smashin’ with Techroline
I’m talkin’ Medellin coca, methamphetamine
I’m a pharmacist, so I be moving medicine
She got that bomb shit, so she be bringing bread to me
I don’t know where u be at, but we be where you need to be
We in that drop thang, beat bangin’-you feel the breeze?
On that real shit, no fantasies or make believe
Middle finger in the air-fuckin’ the police
We be makin’ major bucks hustlin’ fuckin’ up the streets

Chorus/Hook
I plead the 5th…I’m off a 5th
I’m up in 5th doing the Tokyo drift
I’m fly…I pull up to the light like this
Top down, beat knocking like I knock a bitch (repeat)

Beat/Fade/End

Copyright Richie Hampton © 2011
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