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I Got 5 On It [Eastmix] Video (MV)




Performed By: Dave East
Length: 2:28
Written by: David Brewster, Jr.




Dave East - I Got 5 On It [Eastmix] Lyrics
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It's traffic on the west, we taking Riverside
We ain't have too much, we had to improvise
When my homie died I watched every one of my niggas cry
Hard to believe you, knowin' you live a lie
Still got love for enterprise
Rental after rental
Smokin, lookin' for an instrumental
Dope in the hotel, f*ck incidentals
Make sure you finish, niggas 'll end you
These rappers is way too sentimental
Spend days tryin' to get witchu
Watchin' Caine and O-Dog, my shit is classical like Mozart
Bookbag Goyard
In traffic getting a blowjob
All I knew is go hard
I've been waiting for so long
I told Shooter to hold on
How the f*ck did it go wrong?
Night after night
Argue with niggas, fight after fight
Taking flights, we ain't never been that hype in our life
I was drinking lean
Sprite after sprite
Right for the night
Used to gamble with our life
We ain't need no dice to get right

Smokers keep doubling back
They said they liking our price
Mayweather back at it
I'm about catch a flight to the fight
All your jewelry fake
Never seen no real ice in your life
Let the jury hate, the witness 'll never bring it to life
I got 5 on it, I'ma go 'n get it if my daughter or my mom on it
Shot him in his drop, steering wheel, they left his mind on it
Back against the wall, I put my spine on it
That deal not official, you better not sign on it
Bring it to your address, just like I work for Tom Warner
Studying the hustlers perform, he got nine corners
Judge set up bail, but nobody had a bond for him
On the phone with his mom, nobody had a dime for him
Alexander McQueen's at the cookout
I brought my youngin' with me just to look out
Watch the bitches you f*ck, they puttin' books out
He coulda went to college, decided to take the crook route
Cheffin' in the projects, he telling people he cook now

It's hard to trust the pastor, he countin' up what the church made
Champagne occasions, treat every day like my birthday
I hate this year, I really went through it in the worst way
30K for a feature, I blew it on the first day
I thought my nigga would make it, I ain't care what the nurse say
We came up from the bottom, I'm really rare with the wordplay
Prada is what his shirt say
These niggas acting nervous like they first date
'Lotta good in my family, I'm the first great
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It's traffic on the west, we taking Riverside
We ain't have too much, we had to improvise
When my homie died I watched every one of my niggas cry
Hard to believe you, knowin' you live a lie
Still got love for enterprise
Rental after rental
Smokin, lookin' for an instrumental
Dope in the hotel, f*ck incidentals
Make sure you finish, niggas 'll end you
These rappers is way too sentimental
Spend days tryin' to get witchu
Watchin' Caine and O-Dog, my shit is classical like Mozart
Bookbag Goyard
In traffic getting a blowjob
All I knew is go hard
I've been waiting for so long
I told Shooter to hold on
How the f*ck did it go wrong?
Night after night
Argue with niggas, fight after fight
Taking flights, we ain't never been that hype in our life
I was drinking lean
Sprite after sprite
Right for the night
Used to gamble with our life
We ain't need no dice to get right

Smokers keep doubling back
They said they liking our price
Mayweather back at it
I'm about catch a flight to the fight
All your jewelry fake
Never seen no real ice in your life
Let the jury hate, the witness 'll never bring it to life
I got 5 on it, I'ma go 'n get it if my daughter or my mom on it
Shot him in his drop, steering wheel, they left his mind on it
Back against the wall, I put my spine on it
That deal not official, you better not sign on it
Bring it to your address, just like I work for Tom Warner
Studying the hustlers perform, he got nine corners
Judge set up bail, but nobody had a bond for him
On the phone with his mom, nobody had a dime for him
Alexander McQueen's at the cookout
I brought my youngin' with me just to look out
Watch the bitches you f*ck, they puttin' books out
He coulda went to college, decided to take the crook route
Cheffin' in the projects, he telling people he cook now

It's hard to trust the pastor, he countin' up what the church made
Champagne occasions, treat every day like my birthday
I hate this year, I really went through it in the worst way
30K for a feature, I blew it on the first day
I thought my nigga would make it, I ain't care what the nurse say
We came up from the bottom, I'm really rare with the wordplay
Prada is what his shirt say
These niggas acting nervous like they first date
'Lotta good in my family, I'm the first great
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Writer: David Brewster, Jr.
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