5 Ela Remix lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Produced by J Dilla]

All of y'all, is on our diiiiiiiiiicks
Stop ridiiiin, you might get penetrated
And I'd sho' hate it, if you end up impregnated

Well at least 4 out of 5 n*ggas in the place know whattup's or what
Be yellin peaceful cause I got the piece put up
In a box with the rock in the back of the, Lex it protects
I done told 'em that I'm usin my ex

Romancin the lady
b*tches come to take a chance on my meat
I see that you can't wait to get into my pants
Come and dance on my lap, all real we can get buck
Hoochies on the dance show

Sh-sh-sho' nuff, s-s-slow up, shut up
Shut the f*ck and start workin me off
b*tch you pressin yo' luck, who says we're f*ckin you up
Shh-shh-sluh, suh-slow the f*ck up

We got that boom, bip, ni-gga don't slip
Talkin that punk sh*t, will definitely get yo' punk split
Your major malfunction, make me set trip
Now we dumpin, on yo' b*tch, so don't ask me for nuttin
Aiyyo hold up a second fella, the Ela
After S is, cash collectin, you jealous
Cause we fly like some propellors, tell a
'nother other we hella, my n*ggas, well um

You can't be a b*tch in this music sh*t
You got to put yo' di*k in this music sh*t
My crew put the di*k in on the ultimate
I guess you plays the b*tch and we beez the pimp

Mr. Kitty Cat, head on the mat, show me where's it at
Knock-kneed pigeontoed, stone cold as*h*le
Put your mouth on my meat, just call me Rollo
You can't have me, I'm just too dope

Yo f*ck the cop market, the Glock clockin
The dough sockin, the beat rockin, b*tch knockin
Your rap mockin, woop woop, stop jockin
Your rap floppin, my whole crew is non-stoppin

I put it towards y'all a little somethin about the S
A little bit of fact that revolves, the five helluva elements and all
Visualizin fiver liver, saliva flyin
So the last of the real rap and also assimilizin the slack of slack rappers

Youse a b*tch, I know what's in the mind of a b*tch
Switch, throw yo' hands in the air and suck a di*k
b*tch, I know what's in the mind of a b*tch
That's why a n*gga like you always suck a di*k
Back to, what I sayin befo' we, anti-you
Steppin to meet we, yeah right then who
Wanna do this not a fair fight, true we
Do what we do just to, shed light on you and you and you...

You can open up yo' eyes and watch my crew do this
We got more feel than a clitoris
In yo' eyes I see a lot of deceitfulness
Bring your whole hood and still can't get with this

Y'all some hoes, butt-f*cked to get enough
What the f*ck, just a ho n*gga that can't get it up

And we BLASTIN~! f*ckin up your whole crew
And laughin, cause me and mines is check cashin

On your back like my 22, hey boo how is that
Matter of fact I need to be smackin yo' ass for how you act

Aiyyo we pus*y eatin, eatin pus*y for a hobby
Marinatin, scoopin hoes in the lobby

Our job be, takin what other n*ggas got
It's the 5 to the V'n and we cold rocked the spot...
We cold rocked the spot... rocked the spot
And we cold rocked the spot...
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