Traduction: Les cinq clés. Out Of Sight Out Of Mind.
curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night Cos I'm 0 to 60 in three point five Baby you got the keys- Now shut
he's got some indo Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G G don't forget, to bring the house keys Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go Please
posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this
the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click
yes please! apartment in the trees draw leases copy all the keys papers to fold like tulips in the cold the birds are taking notes they're never really
T.L. set Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest V.I.P. then somethin? to eat She leavin? with me then hotel suite Play it like a G, pimpin? man I got to be Five
scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as
scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow
vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five
man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We
(Tupac) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White
[Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin
, plus my raps bring destruction Dangerous like spontaneous combustion I rush in, bring MC's to their knees Jewel thieves, rap cats those who move keys
it And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae
Uh, oh oh , ?. Come on A. Keys. Let's go Lemme Lemme, Lemme, Lemme Lemme tell you something Tell ya how I feel When he comes around I gettin to feelin
[feat. Royce Da Five-Nine] [Intro] [Cowboy] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty
