Five-O
Nicki Minaj Lyrics

This is another banger
This song is another big hit

Turn the fuck up
Get hyped and excited

This is a world premier
This song is being introduced for the first time ever

Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho (no)
I'm a bit crazy and wild, but not literally so much that I need a straight jacket

Where that white blow, why they copy my flow (oh)
People copy my style and music, but I don't want to associate with drug use

If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
I only associate with Young Money, otherwise it's a mistake

There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)
When the lights of the police car go on, we don't want to speak to the cops

We don't t-t-talk, talk to five-o (no)
We don't want to talk or communicate with the police

Mister officer, mister officer
Hello, police officer

I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with you
I don't want to have a conversation with you

Matter fact, I ain't tryin to talk to ya
Actually, I really don't want to talk to you

We ain't got no business, so fuck we talkin' for
We don't have anything to discuss or reason to talk

And ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
No need to question or interrogate me

'Cause about that boy who just got shot, I gots no information
I don't have any information about the boy who just got shot

These broke-ass snitch niggas still gram shavin'
These dishonest people are still trying to get away with betrayal

At the precinct writin' statements on which shell house is the station
They're giving information to the cops about our whereabouts

Not I, tattle tellin' is for homos (damn)
I don't snitch, that's a dishonorable thing to do

Besides, that's the number one Young Money no-no
That is one of the main rules for the Young Money group

Police, we don't chat with 'em, we ain't got no rap for 'em
We don't want to interact with the police, and we don't have anything to say to them

You in the cop car pointin' niggas out from the back of 'em
You're identifying people from the backseat of the police car

Back seat informer, your pappy shoulda warned ya (there he go)
You're an informant and your father should have warned you about that choice

Yeah you get high, but I get higher, manana
You might get high on drugs, but I become much more elevated and successful

I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor
I could go to your supervisor and question your performance

Yo, four, three, two
Countdown to music starting

Cocka doodle do
Random noises and words to hype up the song

I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu Crew
I traveled to Africa with the Shaka Zulu Crew

Ho-ho-ho, red stockin's to
Referencing Santa Claus with his stockings and hat

Comin' down the chimney, your chopped and screwed
I have arrived and I'm ready to party

It's me bitches, F you snitches, give me da heebie jeebie
I'm here, screw the haters, and I'm ready to dance

So excuse my twitches (excuse me)
Sorry if I seem a little twitchy or nervous

Let me get dat brewskie, niggas know 'em bitches can't do it like a dooskie
Give me a drink, and no one can party like I can

I just pull up, chuck da deuce in sum blue denim
I casually arrive and greet people without fuss in comfortable blue jeans

And I jus heard he runnin' with da lutenin
I just heard he's doing something reckless or dangerous

I'm da mistress, I be in da district of Columbia
I'm an influential and powerful woman who operates in Washington DC

Yes aha, Washington
Confirming that Washington is the location

Better ask around, cause I'm what's Poppin ton
People should ask around to confirm that I'm the one that everyone is talking about

I'm who they think about, playin' with they pee-pee
People think about me in a sexual way

Gotta count sheep B, cause I'm never sleepy
I'm so energized and lively, it's hard for me to sleep

Guess I'm the chief, you can find me in my TP Bitches!
I'm the big boss, and you can find me in my teepee

Young Money psycho, straight jacket on me
Continuing the theme of being a bit wild, but not literally needing a straight jacket

Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant
Punishing traitors who become informants

I bring it to your door step, loose lips sink ships nigga
I will bring trouble your way if you're not careful with what you say

So I'ma bring you to the bottom of the ocean, ah, chuch
I will take care of people who can't be trusted and will make them disappear

I hear you preachin' like a fuckin' reverend
I know what you're saying, you're acting like a religious leader

Should've killed you in the first place, no second guessin'
I should've taken care of you when I had the chance, without hesitation

Could've killed 'em with the first and the second weapon
I could've used any means necessary to eliminate you

Dj Unk 'em with the hand, I two-step and deck 'em
I'll surprise them with a punch, and then use my fancy dance moves

Then I grab the chopper, blue flame Houston wreck 'em
Continuing with the theme of violence and use of guns

Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
Punish traitors by assaulting them

Make way, respect 'em
Show respect for me and let me pass

I could AK attack 'em
Continuing with the gun and violence theme

You lookin' at a gangster in his essence
I am the epitome of what a gangster is

Now bitch bow down when a gangster in your presence
Show respect when you're around me

Cause I'm God's gift like a present
I'm special and important, and people should treat me accordingly

For one don't try me I could give you two lessons
Don't provoke me, or you'll regret it

You peasants get murdered if you do test 'em
If you mess with me, you'll get hurt

Gudda-Gudda bitch
Ending with a cuss word and a reference to a fellow Young Money member