Vārdi:
J Five Wake Me Up

it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up Do that thing for me, do that thing for me Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up

give me his name So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call Five eight and three quarters

wake up, yo like this One, and then comes the two to the three and four Two thousand Techa N9na is hardcore, with a K See me step up on the track like

[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke

s Right) I, wake up around eight O' clock in the morning Practice all my verses cause we soon on tour and Go to the bathroom to wash up Thinkin 'bout

D, I'm thuggin' And these boys are broadies Got this thang on me This the Chico Young Problemz Gang homie, Catch me at the club Girls show me love Boys dap me up

places like an inter-transitional Element, from outer space It's the ultra, human eater of mics With telepathics that float, inside, infinite gigabytes Of many eyes, which spit up poisonous quadratic formulas Hold up, let me

hit tha scene Learnt to double-up my money before I turned 18 At ten in tha mornin' if you pay me a visit You can catch me cookin' up dem chickens just like j

' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh [Obie Trice] (FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it Your main man's settin you up nigga you blew